I was standing on the side, feeling like absolute crap. My dad didn't even look at me, like I was invisible. Everyone was excited, chatting and laughing, but I just wanted to disappear. The music starts, and the alphas begin asking their omegas to dance. Couples were spinning around the dance floor, smiling and giggling.
But I didn't feel like smiling. I don't want to dance, I just want to go back to my room. Or anywhere other than here. I moved uncomfortably and I was trying to blend into the background, hoping no one will notice me.
But then, Eleanor approached me, a bright smile on her face. "Hey, want to dance?" she asks, like she doesn't know I'm dying inside. I'm irritated, annoyed that she's interrupting my misery.
I don't want to dance. I don't want to pretend to be happ
