The hall was lively filled with laughter and chatter. Ophelia had a smile on her lips, she twirled lightly across the dance floor with her groom. It was her night, after all, and from the way her eyes sparkled, it seemed like she was happy with the arrangements.
They had the spotlight regardless...
Abrielle didn't care about the dance floor and secretly wished Cedric would just give her some breathing space. His domineering presence was hard to ignore and was unsettling.
Cedric stood up, and Abrielle was about to release a breath of relief that he was about to let her breathe, but the devil never let us rest. Abrielle's heart jumped to her throat once she felt his hold on her arm.
He yanked her off her seat not giving her a chance to protest. Her eyes were locked on his broad back as he pulled to the dance floor. It seemed like he was in a bad mood but she could not care less about him.