“Yes, Ella. It’s me,”
A wide grin split across Matthew’s cheeks as he lowered himself onto the nearby stool and dragged himself closer to Daniella.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking at her worriedly.
Instead of responding, Daniella averted her gaze to the dance floor where her father and mother were holding each other and twirling romantically like every other couple there on the floor with them.
Tears instantly blurred her eyes, clouding her throat and making it hard to speak. She felt like a huge rock had grown in her chest – her chest was that heavy.
“Do you want us to step outside for a moment?”
Matthew suggested after noticing the dejected expression on her face.
He’d followed her line of gaze just now and saw Jessica and Liam dancing happily around the dim lights, but he cou
