Silent Turmoil

Stella

“Ahh… My feet are so sore,” Kira whines as we enter our private chambers. She wanders over to one of the large, plush couches and flops down with a satisfied sigh.

“Your feet hurt, but your heart is soaring, isn’t it?” Gustav teases. “What a successful party, eh?”

I almost laugh out loud at that comment. Little do my friends know that while they were having a wonderful time in their element