That night, I couldn’t fall asleep. In my head, fragments of the celebration echoed — laughter, music, the clinking of glasses. And suddenly — a sound. At first faint, like a step. Then another.

I decided to see what was going on.
I walked down the hallway, my dress rustling heavily against the floor, my heart pounding.

The door to his room was slightly open. I pushed it gently — and what I saw froze my blood  Continuation in the first comment