Chapter 10-Evelyn
The music had gone back to its rhythm, but my chest still hadn’t. My pulse was too loud and quick, like it hadn’t caught up with the fact that the dance was over. People around me swayed, smiled, raised their glasses. As if nothing had happened.
But everything had happened.
I stood rooted at the edge of the dance floor, trying to breathe normally, trying to smile when faces turned to me.
Paul's hot breath fanned my neck as he leaned closer to my ear.
“Smile.”
I did as he said. At this point, all I could do was comply with whatever he asked of me.
His hand landed on my arm.
“Come.” he muttered. He didn’t make a scene, not here. Not with cameras and curious eyes everywhere. He guided me back to our table with a grip that looked polite from afar but pressed like iro
