Abby
“May I have this dance?”
Karl’s hand is extended to me, his tall form looking down at me. Others around us are staring, even though I know they’re trying not to make it obvious. For a moment, I almost consider turning on my heel and running again, but I know I can’t.
“I’m still furious with you,” I whisper as I reluctantly take Karl’s outstretched hand and let him lead me to the dance floor. The sea of people parts, the partygoers gawking at the two of us. I take a moment to let my eyes scan the crowd, looking for Ethan and Gianna, but I don’t see them. Maybe they left amidst all of the chaos.
The chaos that Gianna caused.
“I don’t blame you,” Karl says quietly, although there’s a polite smile plastered on his face. We stop in the middle of the dance floor and begin to move to t
