He takes another step closer and my world threatens to implode. I want nothing more than to scratch Ethan’s eyes out and run to Shane. I hate knowing that he could be misunderstanding this whole situation. When have I ever wanted Ethan? When have I ever wanted to be with him? A union? Anger bubbles and threatens to spill over as I wonder if Shane could even know me if he thinks that this is what I could want. I turn from him and Ethan follows me back to my seat. When I’m seated, I search for him in the crowd. My shoulders sag slightly. I don’t know if I should be worried or thankful that I can’t find him. Nevertheless, I let out a deep breath of relief when I don’t find him.
My father grabs the goblet from the platter a servant offers him. He lifts it in the air and waits until cups are r
