Grace's POV
I clutched Steve's hand like a vice as we weaved our way through the noisy din. I could barely see too as the light from the bulb was blue. Steve stopped once in a while to talk and chat with me and of course press tiny kisses on their cheeks. He was really the life of the party. Occasionally, the person he's greeting may take interest in me and Steve will tell them I am his friend. My head was feeling woozy, I really needed to sit down.
"I don't feel too good," I said to Steve, the noise swallowing my voice.
"What?" he bent his ears closer to my mouth "What are you saying?".
"I said, I don't feel too good. I need to sit down" I shouted back.
I couldn't decide if it's the pounding from the music or the loud noise in the background that was making me feel so uncomfortable.
