Jaxson
I balance my fork on my fingertip, noticing that as time passes, Aurora has yet to return to the table. I know her nerves probably got the better of her but after Ann returns from the washroom with a somber shake of her head, it’s apparent she has no intention of coming back to the table tonight.
Everything was going great, other than her feeling sick, but that doesn’t mean she should leave this event without letting me know how she felt. I wouldn’t have mind taking her up to bed and then returning to play nice with my constituents but to just up and leave without a second word to me, to my father, it makes me a little mad.
I aim to find her, walking through the busy room, someone stopping me with a light tug of my arm. Stella stands in a miniature, far-too-short dress of beige
