WILLOW
Aiden and I are distracted from our dance. Someone taps my shoulder. I turn around and gasp.
“Rowan!” My voice sounds loud and screechy. “What are you doing here?”
I’ll say it, Rowan is the last person I expected to see at the solstice ball. For a guy who loves dark vibes and studying, he doesn’t seem like the sort that’ll be into dressing up in a tux and attending a ball.
He’s wearing an actual tux. With a bow tie. His hair is parted on the side, giving him the aura of a dark hero.
“Hi Willow,” he smiles broadly. “Can I have the next dance?” Then he seems to notice the guy I’m with and straightens his already straightened frame. “Hello Aiden.”
“Hi,” Aiden responds smoothly, but then, I feel the way he wounds his arms tighter around my waist. “I’m sorry but have we met before?
