"What are you staring at?" Hearing upon Peter's voice, Ave stiffened. The same face, the same voice was what made the colour draining from her face.
"Ave," Peter called. "Are you sick?"
She jerked her thoughts away and tried to shirk all the agonies. "No. I am fine." She finally found her voice back as she sat beside him. Moments later, Aldrick, the dance master entered the class and behind him, the assistants came holding a mini table. Above it was a medium-sized box. Inside that, there were four folded pieces of paper.
Ave didn't seem to notice that since her eyes were rummaging for something else. Someone else. "Where is Mr Gay?" The question slipped from her mouth.
"You mean Mr Grey? He isn't here yet." Peter answered although his attention was altogether on the table. The box and
