Liz made her way through the event hall with the only goal to reach the French doors which are leading to the garden. She needed fresh air.
Liz was happy that she didn't crack in front of Mona and Helen, but the whole situation was suffocating. She knows about Max's past, and she accepted it as his past. But now that past was standing in the hallway and staring at Liz in the face and… is it past? Liz felt that it's difficult to breathe.
She leaned on the concrete rail and inhaled deeply while wondering if she can go through this without collapsing.
