Lyza
I DON'T WANT TO KNOW what Isla is thinking as I push and elbow my way through the crowd, not minding what the guests will think of the Princess running across the dancefloor and I suck in air as I make my way into the dark gardens.
I can still hear the noise of the party as if I am still the hall. The only difference is the balmy air instead of the scorching heat and the faint scents of flowers and dew. I can hear crickets and distant hoots of owls. The moon is a glowing ball of light, it bathes everything under it — including me in it's ethereal shower.
I know he'll be here.
I'm sure he has been waiting for a pretty long time. But he is always patient.
I spot a wooden bench just a few metres away from me. I bench is damp with dew but I don't mind. I wonder how long it will take
