Declan waited patiently, his eyebrows raised.
, Brooke’s voice squeaked out of her throat. “One?”
Declan tilted his head. “One event?”
I stepped forward, unable to resist the gravity of the moment. “Yes, Declan. It was a singular, historically significant application of eyeliner.”
Kyle broke. The dam shattered. He spun around, buried his face into the heavy velvet window curtains, and began roaring with laughter. His shoulders heaved as he wheezed into the fabric.
He threw his head back and started laughing. Deep, booming, genuine laughter that echoed off the cold walls.
Brooke stood frozen in the center of the room. She rotated toward me, her face pale beneath her makeup.
“Do you,” she hissed, her voice vibrating with pure hatred, “find literally everything in the universe to be a joke?”
“No, Brooke,” I replied gently. “Only the things that are undeniably hilarious.”
Chapter 4: The Blackout and the Mirror
Everything died simultaneously.
