Since the main event is now over and everybody is mingling, I make my way toward where Alice is standing with her friend, still looking shell-shocked. As soon as our eyes meet, hers turn wide as saucers, and she turns around and walks away.
I sigh.
Of course. Why does this not surprise me?
The ballroom opens up to multiple terraces where couples can step away to get some privacy. It’s in one of these spaces where I find Alice. She’s standing in a corner, her face pale.
“Room for one more?” I ask, closing the terrace doors behind me.
She doesn’t say anything, just stares at me.
“You know, you can talk to me.” I sit down on the bench in front of Alice, gazing up at her. “I don’t bite. At least, not yet.” She presses her lips together, and I continue. “You can get mad at me. I know you
