Xavier POV
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"Good evening "my voice cracks and I know
I'm going to fail.
The disappointment strikes me as I feel all the attention on me.
But I feel her small hand tugging my tux coat at the back ,I'm not sure if it's on purpose.
Her small hand fisted around the hem of my tux
And my grip is holding her small waist as I pull her closer.
Like we need the support to balance this.
Like we are hanging together on the edge of this earth.
As I continue with the small speech which was written for me to repeat today in front of the crowd.
"Thank you to everyone for gracing us with your presence tonight"
My foot.
This is one load of s**t
lies.
Manipulation.
I'm anything but thankful to these sons of bitches.
Roger hated these people.
But it doesn't mean he wouldn't mingle
