Lithe dancers performed on the stage in front of them. Their velvet costumes shimmered against the stage lights as they spun on their toes and gracefully leapt in the air. They glided across the stage like swans, each pirouette made with such accurate precision that it seemed nearly magical.
But as Ava sat there in the middle of the elevated platform, her back on the guests and a wry smile on her face, she couldn’t help but feel a little nauseous.
This was serious.
All this time, she hadn’t really been treating their supposed engagement as anything less of a joke. Sure, their parents had announced it during that dinner and casually again over three times but after that, they never really brought it up. Ever.
She just assumed that after their reactions, the parents realized that they we
