Knox
I clasp my palm around her wrist, leaving the lounge. Following my lead, I tug her arm gently as we push through the crowd, dancing and cheering to the blasting music.
As we head for the exit, Ms. Emily waltzes toward us with a perfect smile in place.
"I see you found her. Are you leaving already?" She asks. "The party is just starting."
I maintain an icy smile on my face, glancing at Emma, I mutter. "She is cold. I need to keep her warm."
Emma's face becomes a darker shade of red as she looks away.
Ms. Emily gaze drifts to Emma, her hands on her chest. "Oh. That's sad," she says in a sympathetic tone. "I guess I'll see you some other time."
"Yes," Emma responds, wrapping her arms around her body like she's cold.
After saying our goodbyes, we walk out of the hall, the music b
