Theo's fingers intertwined with mine as we swayed gently to the slow piano music. My eyes stayed locked on his—his on mine. The little emerald in his irises glowed softly beneath the chandelier lights. They looked so sincere, so… loving.
The rest of my night had been a mess ever since my encounter with Mary in the restroom. I couldn't look at Theo for more than five minutes before unwanted thoughts began flooding my mind.
I was being doubtful again.
"Whether or not Theo was bad before we met shouldn't matter. He's helped me so much."
Then another voice cut in. "No, he killed his father."
My eyes shifted from calm to weary as I broke his gaze.
"No! There's no proof of that. Mary could've been lying!" My teeth clenched beneath my lips.
"Lying? Who's lying?" Theo asked
