I look up at the sound of the ballroom door oxening to see Deacon
slowly walking over to me. Ehe first few buttons are undonep his tie
is loose and his right cheek is red and swelling thanks to my dad.
I stare at him a second longer before standing up to leave.
"Mya, wait. "He calls out and desxite knowing betterp my body
betrays me and I stand still.
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