The master date seat was elaborately perched on the raised platform of the hall. It was a seat exclusively decorated for Ajuri and whoever his date partner would be. But as fortune would have it, Jenny had found herself goaded by the cheering crowd to fit into these shoes.
Not wanting to create a dramatic scene that could ruin the classy gathering of the night for Ajuri or throw herself in controversial light, she had reluctantly taken a sheepish walk to the podium. This time, her mind was racing with different thoughts and she felt her pores beginning to discharge mild sweat. Laura is certainly not comfortable with this scene playing before her eyes, she thought. She knew it. She had just met her gaze which grew from the anxious and expectant craving face of a child to that of a stone c
