Freya
I wiped sweat from my head as the sun went lower in the sky. It sent golden light across the ballroom floor. We had been doing this for hours. And still, the feather kept falling to the ground like a small, annoying bird.
“Again,” Valerie said in a sharp voice, tapping her foot on the floor.
I let out a long breath and picked up the feather one more time. “This is impossible,” I said quietly to myself.
Adrian raised one eyebrow. “Giving up so soon?”
I looked at him with tired eyes. “Not everyone is naturally good at moving.”
“I seem to remember you dancing quite well at the Mate Trial,” he said in a calm voice.
“That was different,” I said back. “There was no feather then.”
And we had not just kissed like our lives depended on it either, I thought. But I did not say that out
