ANGELINA POV:
My eyes blurred off the people I was pushing and making my way through. I ran, not caring about the heels piercing my ankles, and the pain shot through them. My heart thumped loudly in my ears when my brain tried to assure me that it was my hallucination and not the real man. Some part of my conscious brain knew that the sudden stunt I had done back thereby stopping in the middle of the speech and running like a mad woman will surely end me in trouble but I couldn't care less. It was like the time when you see your death and your life both standing in front of you staring at you, looking at you in the eyes with the same intensity that'd make you die of suffocation and also fill your lungs with fresh air.
