Suddenly, as the crowd erupts into claps and whistles, I snap out of my haze and recognize the boys and me far closer than is typically standard for such a public affair. Looking out to the audience to complete our bows of thanks, I see most of the crowd is watching us in particular.
The other partners, taking their bows, seem to sneak a mix of accusatory and jealous looks our way as well. Getting lost in our bubble of lust and romance seems to have influenced more than just us.
Dan and Ash escort me off of the concrete platform, and Madam Simon is waiting for us when we get off the stage. “Miss Green!, Mr. Wright, and Mr. Romano, follow me, please.” She keeps a straight face, leading us back into the building away from our parents and other guests. The way she walks, looks, and stays s
