Alice’s POV:
The music resumes, and a woman walks out. She was in heels, freakishly high heels, incredibly sexy long dark blue dressed that I wish I can pull off. She starts singing, and it was beautiful.
If I weren’t in the mood to pee and cry, I would appreciate her a lot more.
I lean towards Alex, but kept a reasonable distance, feeling the burn behind my head increased in temperature. “I need to go pee,” I whisper.
Alex smirks, “I’ll let you go after one dance.”
I sank in the comfortable cushion chair. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” I look at the vast empty spot in the middle of the room, what I presumed as the dance floor. “No one is dancing.”
Alex had the nerve to hold my hand despite the man not too far from us wanting to strangle him. He leans in, brushing
