~Layla~
I tried to keep my back straight. I tried to walk gracefully in the high heels I was wearing and to keep my head high as we walked over the sharp rocks and over to the leaning rock. Nathaniel was smiling, it made me sick, his fingers were hovering over mine—firm enough to feel that I was following but not enough to keep me from running away. He was simply trusting that I would come with him.
“Careful,” he said as we took the step up on the rock. I lifted the dress to get enough movement and then let it drop down to my feet. He watched as the fabric fell gracefully around me, and his fingers slightly tightened around my hand.
“You look beautiful, I'm glad the dress fits you,” Nathaniel said. I looked down at the red satin dress and drew my fingers over the waves before li
