It’s insane how planned everything was, every move that anyone made was an order from their king. Gabe would probably rather dance with Nora or Abby or maybe there was a completely different girl that he fancied but he was stuck babysitting me.

“Please? I do like the waltz,” he lowered his head while looking up at me with rounded puppy eyes.

“Of course you do,” I giggled and let him lead me onto the dance floor.

I don’t know if he followed Darian's orders ...