My head begins to throb. “I need to use the bathroom.”
“Are you all right?”
“No,” I reply, not seeing the point in being coy. “I want nothing to do with these people. And neither should you.”
Before he has a chance to get a word in edgewise, I lift my dress and excuse myself through the crowd. Thanks to his speech, everyone knows who I am, but I have no desire to converse with anyone because I need some air.
Once I break through, I race up the stairs, my feet barely able to keep up with my frantic steps. The hallway seems never-ending, but when I finally burst into Saint’s room, I slam the door shut and lean up against it, catching my breath.
This is far harder than I thought it would be. For the greater good, I was certain I could play nice, but I don’t think I can go back downstairs
