ISABELLA POV
I felt his eyes bore into mine. He was relentless in the way he made his presence known, and I was so used to his moods that I knew he was unhappy with me.
What did he want? He was with his girlfriend. She was laughing and twirling and holding him like she never wanted to let go. Shouldn’t he be happy at least? He had what he wanted—which was her.
Andy led me by the waist out of the dance floor. He was exhilarated and I felt tired. My feet hurt and all I wanted to do was sit down. Eventually, he led us to a chair and allowed me to drop heavily on it. There were two unopened bottles of water on the table and I took one. I stared at him as I drank the water. It was surprising seeing Andy here, but also refreshing. Somehow, he seems to always come out at the right moment.
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