~~Damon~~
Who knew it could be such a torture to watch two people dance?
I sit between Adrian and Shantelle—though Shantelle’s seat is vacant as she's in the restroom. The drink in my hand is long forgotten.
Claire is on that dance floor, twirling in another man’s arms.
She looks happy. Too happy. More than someone who’s just here to do a job should be. Or is she just so damn good at playing her part that I believe it too? I want to. I want to convince myself that every smile, every graceful step, every sparkle in her eyes is nothing but an act.
But then she stumbles, and Caleb grabs her. His fingers tighten around her waist, and something inside me snaps.
That dress. That goddamn dress she’s wearing. The way it clings to her, the way the slit reveals just enough skin to make a man’
