They started to dance. He was paired with different maidens—all wearing smiles and their eyes telling that they want more than a dance. He is beginning to feel dizzy and he cannot believe how stupid he is to pass his limits.
He has to be in control of everything. He likes to be in control of his feelings, his mind, his actions. But when it comes to Amelia, it all got too messed up that he fails to comprehend how to fix it.
He blinked and rested his arm on his partner's shoulder.
"Do you want to go elsewhere?" the woman asked and he was too drunk to manage a reply.
Next thing he knew he was threading a path towards somewhere. His head was spinning. He cannot recall when was the last time he was this drunk. He heard an exchange of words then felt someone take his other arm; the familiar
