What I Missed
Language: en
23:59. I suppressed the anger of being woken up by my phone and pushed open the gold-plated door of the private room. "Sorry to disturb you, everyone. I'm here to pick up my significant other." The next second, the countdown to the New Year in the room stopped abruptly. Dozens of eyes from the room full of social elites were all fixed on me. And the man sitting in the center, in a sharp suit and with cold features, was slowly rubbing his wine glass. "...Chloe Miller?" Someone broke the dead silence first. "Today is the New Year's Eve gathering for Ivy League alumni, not a shelter for…