"Tell me a bit about yourself, Corinne."
"Well, I come from a small tow near the coast."
"Oh? Anything interesting happen there?"
"Define interesting," Corinne replies carefully, pretending to scan the room to avoid any more eye-contact.
Deandra purses her lips at this. She outstretches her hand to grab Corinne's forearm, breaking through the barrier of reserved politeness and curls her feminine fingers around her. Deandra's hands reminded Corinne of snow; soft yet oh-so-cold.
The icy pressure against her skin is yanked back by Deandra herself, acting as if Corinne has burned her. She cradles her hand, staring at it with wide eyes. The faintest amount of fear and bewilderment glints in her irises as her angular brows dip down into a look of concern. Confusion seeps into the tension, the air thickening with an ominous feeling when she mumbles something in a foreign language.
"What did you say?"
"Eyes. Golden eyes. Gold. Gold," Deandra murmurs under her breath.
They finally reach the opposite side of the room, where all the expensive paintings are mounted high atop the marble walls. Corinne is admiring a specific artwork when she hears the words 'Golden eyes.' She freezes, her muscles turning to stone as memories come flooding into her mind. She's sucked back into her hometown, where she was standing outside the back of her ex-best friend's house; back to the place where she first discovered betrayal and heartache.
Derek O'Brien swept her off her feet, made her think he was head over heels for her, made her feel special and beautiful, but he's been cheating on her for years. Due to the shock and betrayal, Corinne leaves with a broken heart and finds herself in a foreign country. When her father passes, she goes back to the small town she once called home with the help of her overly protective friend from London. Once home, she's met with mistakes of the past and discovers dark secrets about her family that should've stayed hidden.