The servers swooped in again, clearing plates with the efficiency of hawks plucking prey. I watched as Alonzo’s untouched soup bowl was lifted from in front of him. Not a single spoonful gone. So, not a soup guy.I bit down on my lip, eyeing the new cutlery arranged like a puzzle in front of me. Three forks, two knives, one spoon—my odds of embarrassing myself increased with every course. Maybe if I slipped sideways out of the chair, I could sneak past the principal without notice.I pushed my chair back, muttering under my breath, “Excuse me—”Before I could stand, a voice boomed over the speakers.“Thank you all for coming tonight!”I froze halfway up. On the dance floor, a man with thinning white hair clutched a microphone like it was his crown jewel. Instantly, every head in the room turned toward him.“Seriously?” I hissed, sinking back down.Alonzo chuckled quietly beside me. I narrowed my eyes at him, but he was already looking forward, face polite
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