Ella's POV
After stepping out of the bathroom stall, I washed my hands and lifted my gaze to the mirror, holding my own reflection for longer than necessary. Slowly, I adjusted the thin strap of my dress back onto my shoulder and let out a quiet sigh.
Tonight could have been almost perfect. Vincent had been kind in his own restrained way, attentive without being overbearing. But the doubt crept in all the same. Was he only acting this way because it was the full moon season? He had never done this before. Or maybe this was his way of softening the ground before pushing me back into the shadows of his life, pretending I did not exist again.
