Delilah.
Slowly, I walk down from the stairs and I can tell that everyone is looking at me. Angel put me together after the crying session. She fixed my face and attended to my hair, leaving it to cascades in a way as the length ends at my waist. I control my heart from beating erratically as I head towards them.
At that moment, I know Brad is in the midst but I do not look at him. I notice his parents but I do not pay attention to them either. There is someone who is looking at me far more than anyone else.
Thorn.
His eyes reveals a depth of emotion, suggesting that we have a connection beyond mere physical attraction. Thorn’s eyes are like finely honed daggers, sharp and penetrating my every move, tracing the silhouette of my body with a mixture of admiration and nervousness. His e
