Missing in the Flames

Phoebe had just grabbed a fresh gown for Sloane from the car and was hurrying back toward the ballroom when a shrill fire alarm shredded the air.

She froze. The sound was pouring out of the grand hall itself. A fire—during the annual gala?

Panic tightened her muscles. She broke into a sprint.

At the entrance, she found guests flooding out, voices pitched high with fear, while the ceiling speakers