9: Dancing with devils

Pov: Andre

Jesus fucking Christ, my heart felt like it was going to explode. I held her to me, like that would stop her from crying.

And maybe it did.

We stayed like that for a few minutes until her sobs turned to dull whimpers.

Suddenly she pushed away from me, sniffed and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break down like that."

"You don't want your mum to get married." .

She froze. And thawed. "I... It's not that. It's just..."

"It's just what?"

She pried her lips open to speak but the words never quite made it out.

"It's nothing." She said finally. "If I say it, I'll just sound like a whiny bitch. You already think I'm a whore, I wouldn't want to add spoiled brat to the list."

With that, she stood up and left, walking back into the party, her shimmering dress disappearing into the crowd.

I followed after her, my gaze intent on her as I slipped into the shadows, pouring a finger of whiskey out for myself. I sipped from the cup, never allowing her to leave my line of si