Ella's POV
Everyone was pretending to mind their own business, scrolling on their phones, whispering into each other's ears, casually acting like this wasn't the most suspicious moment of my life.
Meanwhile, I sat there like a paranoid CCTV camera, my gaze glued to the living room entrance, waiting for Liam to come back.
Thirty minutes passed. Thirty. Whole. Minutes.
At this point, I was convinced he'd either passed out, run away, or was currently being seduced by Darla outside. My stomach twisted, and every stupid, dramatic scenario I'd ever read in a romance novel lined up in my brain like a parade of anxiety.
Another ten minutes crawled by. My palms were sweating. My soul was sweating.
Right before we hit the one-hour mark of pure torture, the silence was shattered. Nick's phone beeped, and he shot to his feet like someone pressed an eject button on him.
