Busted Faces

"You've been keeping secrets," Bryce wrap his arm around her waist tightly. Smelling her breath.

"We are just the same, but it doesn't matter anymore," Fabe tried to break loose, but Bryce didn't allow her.

"It does to me."

"The feeling is not mutual," Fabe took a quick swivel, bowed at him, and stepped away. The crowd applauded as the music stopped.

"Fabe!" Bryce tailed her.

"What is wrong with you? Stop following me!"

"Let's talk."

"There is nothing to talk about!"

"Oh, sure there is. You left wi….."

"Princess? Is Mr. Hamilton bothering you?" Stephen saw them and quickly came to rescue his baby sister.

"Stephen! No, not at all. In fact, Mr. Hamilton here is about to leave," Fabe arched her brow at Bryce, then wrapped her arms around Stephen's arm.

"Mr. Hamilton?" Stephen stared at him, waiting for his response.

"Yes, Mr. Donovan. Enjoy the night."

"What was that? You dance with him! You are exposing yourself!" Stephen scolded silently.

"I am not. That was unexpected!" Fabe answered,