Chapter 3

Cynthia rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Just don't let my friends see you. You look so shabby. You're making the Hudson family look bad."

That night, the villa was ablaze with lights, and the music was loud enough to shake the walls.

The yard was packed with luxury cars, and champagne towers were stacked high.

I locked the door tight from the inside and gently put earplugs in Wilbur's ears, worried the noise might disturb him.

Milo paced anxiously around the room, occasionally growling at the door.

"Shh, Milo. Quiet," I soothed him.

Suddenly, someone started unlocking the door from the…