"Stella's point of view,"
"Are you alright, Stella?" Avery touched my shoulder and asked,
"I do not know." I paused for a moment and then answered her by taking a deep breath.
My gaze lingered on Mr. Woods' back as he departed the ballroom. I still find it hard to comprehend that this haughty man in a pointless game of chess defeated me so easily. Surely, he is laughing at me in his mind.
But why should I care what he thinks of me? I never gave other people's opinions much thought. Then why, suddenly, do I feel that the prideful man's assessment of me is essential? This is because you thought he was quite intriguing.
I'm not interested in that guy, so shut up. After listening to my subconscious babble, I urged her to stop talking.
"What do you mean,you do not know?" Avery asked as sh
