ELENA
As I step into the hall, the once lively ball becomes oddly quiet. Like a skittering of insect legs, mutters start to erupt, whispers of gossip floating like a clown’s balloon. I try to ignore them, to shove their lisps down where I can’t even hear them anymore or even be bothered by them.
I clutch Halo’s hand tighter, hoping that he doesn’t hear them as well. He squeezes back animatedly, and I risk a glance at his face; there is a large smile on it, almost like it has been frozen in place.
He is the only reason I am here. The lively beat to his step as we walk into the room confirms the way he had been excited when I first asked him about meeting Warren’s friend at the dining table.
As I walk into the hall, I know that all this is for him. As long as he is comfortable, then I h
