Trigger warning. This episode does contain mention of suicidal ideation and may prove triggering to some. Please do not read if this may trigger you.
Jordan POV
It hurt. So bad. More than the usual pain. The pain that was inside of me. The knowledge that I wasn't seen fit to attend a ball but rather had been asked to help instead. My lower lip quivered. I felt myself wanting to cry big hearty tears of sorrow but I held it inside, watching as everybody left the room, wanting to sink down onto the floor in despair. To distract myself I grabbed a broom and blindly began to sweep, the floor already clean, as my father walked by, without even shooting me a second glance. I couldn't believe that this was all his doing, that he'd volunteered me, without my knowledge, but did it matter? A few t
