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.

high spirits, but dancing and then catching Phillip's indifferent gaze almost sobered her

"Just come out already."

out in

that Phillip might have left if

and yet

carpeted, the sounds of laughter and drinking seeping in from

the door, casually leaning waiting to the side, a cigarette

as if the dancer from moments ago wasn't her, her face a mask of

coolly landing on her. "You've got a chicken feather

reached for her hair, finding

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

specifics of the feather, his heavy gaze fixed on her. "Why didn't you reply to

averted her eyes.