(Gwen's pov)

　　Ashton guided me out of the dining room by the hand, partially dragging me out of the dining, requiring I double up or risk stumbling after him like a pup in their early locomotive stage.

　　I endured it until we crossed the dining hall entrance and headed towards the stairs. Once we have missed watching eyes, I snatched my hand away from him and stepped ahead of him with a disgruntled huff.

　　"What are you doing?" He asked behind me. I ...