Kyle looked back at her with a smile, and noting her awkward poise, he walked to her and placed a kiss on her lips. He rested his forehead against hers. ‘I’m not going far baby. Take Dylan outside if it gets too much in here.’
She nodded, bewildered at how he always seemed to understand, he was the most intuitive person she had ever met. Affie saved her, grabbing her arm and leading them to the table where she and her parents sat. They gushed over Dylan, amazed at how he had grown since they had last seen him, and admired his little tuxedo, passing him from person to person. As Dylan entertained them with his rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, she went to find Kyle. She wondered what her father might have to say to him, and as she left the ballroom her Mothers eyes followed her.
