I nodded and he led me to the vacant seats there. Everyone is busy dancing. I felt a bit guilty for Daryl. I can't enjoy our dancing.
"Aren't you used to magheels?" he asked.
"Uh, no ..." I lied.
When I was young Mommy trained me in heels and always wore that whenever there were parties and gatherings to attend. Even at simple dinners with her friends are always like that. I got used to it.
"Are you thirsty? Just wait. I'll get you a drink. What's wrong with you? Juice?"
I nodded tiredly even though I wasn't really thirsty. I just want to breathe for a moment.
I sighed and looked at the dancefloor. Wild and louder music boomed. The lights grew darker and everyone's dancing became wilder.
I stood up to go to the washroom. Only, I had to go through the middle to get there. The music is loud and cool, everyone was dancing wildly. There are even hands that offer me that I just shake.
