Mathilda
I let Cahill dance with me, vibrating because his large hand is lowered to the small of my back the whole time. And he's biting the inside of his cheek as if suppressing a smile.
When it's time to change partners, I start wondering what kind of ill-stinking luck I have tonight because it's James who offers me his hand
Hesitantly I slip mine in his, and he tightens his grip on my waist.
But satisfaction curbs through me when Cahill ignores his ex-girlfriend, Phoebe Matthews, and throws his hand around a middle-aged woman.
"May I know why you're wearing the same dress as Phoebe Matthews?" James twirls me around as he questions.
My nostrils flare as I turn to catch his hand.
"You should ask her why she's clad in the same dress my husband bought for me." I fight against the urge to shoot him a glare as he pulls me down.
