Alex Thorne
The charity gala was, as expected, a show — the kind of polished performance people like me were born into. Expensive jewelry and expensive outfits. Every was the same.
But tonight, there was a tension beneath the gloss. Madison's hand rested lightly on my arm as we descended the marble steps. Every eye seemed to follow us — curious, judging, dissecting. Madison was leaning on me , smiling softly as if we were truly a couple who were insanely in love.
Her grip on me was firm, though. Stronger than I expected. I knew that she was nervous.
I looked at her. Green colour really complimented her well. Despite being nervous she looked graceful and confident.
She looked… untouchable.
And yet, I could feel the faint tremor in her fingers against my sleeve.
I lean
