I’m anxious.
My hands and feet were cold. My heart is in my throat, blocking the passageway of oxygen. I can’t breathe properly even though the dress I am wearing isn’t that tight.
Who wouldn’t panic? After disappearing from the media, who wouldn’t expect I would return when that’s not my intention? A party means socializing and doing so will break the rule I oath to myself.
I know Myles said it was a masquerade but I still couldn’t help but to feel nervous about what would happen at that gathering.
“You’re hyperventilating again.”
A hand was placed in my lap, stopping me from thinking deeply. I lifted my chin then turned to my left and saw Myles. His other hand is holding the steering, moving it swiftly.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw him at that angle. His elbow is resting
