“Well,” I shrugged, stretching out my legs beneath the table, “his loss.”
Mia looked like a storm cloud with a crown, frizzy dark hair tucked behind her ears, her dress a swirl of deep navy tulle and glitter that shimmered every time she shifted. Like someone had bottled starlight, shook it up, and poured it over her. Wasted on someone sulking over fruit punch.
“Wanna cash in that dance now?” I asked suddenly.
She blinked. “I mean—yes? But I’m still not very good.”
“You just slink around the ballroom in slow motion. That totally counts.” I stood and held out my hand. “Come on, I’m not sitting here all night just because someone else is trash.”
She bit her lip like she wanted to argue again, but her hand found mine. I tugged her up gently, smirking. “What kind of villain would you be t
