Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

The music halted, applause and cheers filled the air as the Native American performers took their final bow, blending into the chaotic crowd. In the blink of an eye, Tina vanished from sight. "Hey, where'd she go?" her friend scanned the room, puzzled. "I looked away for one second, and she's gone."

Phillip didn't respond, simply tilting his head back to finish his champagne before handing the empty glass to him and making his way through the crowd.

Tina had retreated to a room to change out of her costume, wiping away the face paint with a makeup remover wipe.

Who would've guessed Phillip would show up at the costume party? It felt like throwing a birthday bash at home only to have the principal crash it.

Her bestie called her up, "Why'd you disappear right after the dance? Where did you run off to?"

Alone in the room, Tina spoke in a hushed tone, "I'm changing."

"You're changing and didn't even tell me," her bestie muttered. "Gigi's got the munchies, ordered some late-night snacks. Come out and eat."

"You guys go ahead, I'm not hungry." Tina pulled a feather from her hair, regretting her decision to dress up as a Native American, especially knowing Phillip would be there.

dancing and then catching Phillip's

"Just come out already."

be out in

figured enough time had passed that Phillip might have left if he couldn't

and yet she

carpeted, the sounds of laughter and drinking

waiting to the

if the dancer from moments ago wasn't her, her face a mask of feigned astonishment. "What

his cigarette, his gaze coolly landing on her. "You've got a chicken feather stuck in your

instinctively reached for her hair, finding nothing, realizing she'd been

the act. "It's not a chicken feather, it's an

of the feather, his heavy gaze fixed on

eyes. "I've