Arabella's P.O.V
There was only one word to describe last night, magical.
The first portion was horrible, and every gut-wrenching moment where I had to watch Hardin dance was girl after girl after girl, consumed me with a jealously I didn't even know I possessed.
Then, the elimination almost broke me. That was cherry on top of a wretched night.
Then, he came to me. He actually came, and boy, did we dance.
We danced until the sun began to rise, we danced as the owls went to sleep and the blue birds started to sing. We danced and danced and danced and I never wanted it to stop.
No words were spoken expect soft whispered hushes as we swayed in each other's arms. I could still hear him calling out my name like a prayer.
"Arabella,"
My name had never been spoken so perfectly. It s
