MARCEL.

I let go of her. I can’t be the one to push her any further when I know how she feels. If there’s anything she does hold for me, then she needs to be the one to make the next move.

She hesitates, her heart pounding as she stands there, her back to me. I couldn’t control myself seeing her, especially when she is dressed like that. I had to tell her…

I didn’t miss the looks she got from some of the single men in attendance, and it riled me up. Her dress is tasteful, with just a hint of cleavage on show whilst tantalisingly displaying her smooth...