Swansea: The Sevenfold of Deception

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The vibrant atmosphere of the party filled the grand hall as laughter and music echoed through the air. The guests, dressed in their finest attire, mingled and danced, creating a spectacle of elegance and charm.

"You look beautiful," Martin complimented as his eyes washed over Sarah's face. She didn't look like she had aged a single day since they last met. Her face was still as he had remembered it years ago. "And elegant."

Sarah couldn't help but feel a blush creep onto her cheeks. She looked down at the black dress she had on, thanking the skies that the dress had come into her shop at the right time. She couldn't have imagined what she would have worn to an elite party like that if a customer hadn't brought in that dress for cleaning. To Sarah, wearing a dress as expensive as the one she had on was the only way to fit in amongst the rich.

"Thank you," she smiled coyly. Martin, who had been watching her attentively all night, couldn't help but smile upon seeing her smile. The connection between them was undeniable, and Sarah felt her heart skip a beat.

"Would you like to have another drink? Something stronger?" He asked as his eyes locked on the empty glass in her hands.

Just as she was about to give her reply, a deafening crash shattered the joyful ambiance. The room fell into a stunned silence as all eyes turned towards the source of the noise.

A mysterious object had fallen from the balcony above, crashing into the magnificent chandelier that adorned the center of the room. The chandelier, once a symbol of elegance, now lay shattered on the floor, its crystals scattered like broken dreams. Blood splattered on the dresses of the unsuspecting partygoers, staining the fabric with a stark reminder of the tragedy that had unfolded.

Panic and chaos ensued as screams and wails filled the room. People frantically tried to escape, their hearts pounding with fear. Amidst the pandemonium, Sarah, who had been dancing with Martin, summoned the courage to approach the lifeless body on the floor.

As she drew closer, her eyes widened with a mix of horror and recognition. The face, once full of life, now pale and motionless, held a haunting familiarity. And then, her gaze fell upon the beanie that she had lovingly knitted for her daughter. It sat atop the lifeless head, a cruel reminder of the bond they shared.

With trembling hands, Sarah's eyes traveled down the body, and her heart sank as she saw the name tags firmly attached to the blazer. "Alicia Lawrence." The realization hit her like a tidal wave, and a piercing scream escaped her lips, echoing through the room.

Overwhelmed by grief and shock, Sarah succumbed to darkness, collapsing into Martin's arms. The once-celebratory atmosphere now hung heavy with sorrow and unanswered questions.