Atticus' POV:
Even though many people and werewolves invited me, I didn't find a dance partner because dancing was boring.
I didn't want my parents to think I had feelings for anyone else because they would probably think I wanted them to marry me.
So, I could only stand on the sidelines and look out the window.
I could see they were busy, and I knew they would release fireworks later. But that had nothing to do with me. I only had to stand here, watch the show, and then go through another social event.
A familiar smell appeared, and I subconsciously looked up. For some reason, Eloise was standing on the balcony, looking as if she could not breathe.
I was always worried that she'd fall straight down.
But why would I be worried about her? This was unnecessary. I didn't want to pay any more attention to her.
I heard someone screaming. Something must have happened. I washed my head and saw Eloise falling from the balcony.
