Alana’s POV
I wished I knew the reason why I was pissed, because it was not even his fault. He had arranged to come here but he did not know that there was only going to be one room. Maybe I was the problem. I could go back to the room and lay down far from him and resist all of the urges that came with the room but that would be torture and I wasn’t sure if I was going to sleep well from that. When I left the corridor, I realized that most of the people in the ball were back in their rooms.
People were not bustling in again, only a few of the people that were looking at art and speaking to the people by them. I sighed, staring down at my long blue gown before I looked back up at the people and they had suddenly changed. They were not wearing the same attire and even their faces were dif
