~Arlo Frantz~

“You can’t come with me,” Kerri whispered, her gaze has been constantly glued to the floor and her voice sounded small, almost inaudible with the music blaring from the orchestra.

“And why not—”

“It’s the ladies’ restroom,” she added, her voice sounded sharp but she dimmed it down when she noticed people glancing over at our direction.

My gaze never left her as she moved past the sea of crowd.

Dare I say, I was worried.

I miscalculated, it was too sudden to bring her out into the spotlight when she still has some issues about it.

While she excused herself from the crowd, I heard what they...