"The world narrowed to his hand on mine."
Dinner passed in a blur of conversation Silver barely registered.
The food was good. Some kind of chicken with a sauce she didn't taste. Roasted vegetables that looked pretty on the plate. Maya kept up a steady stream of commentary about the other tables, who was wearing what, which hockey players were already too drunk on the champagne someone had smuggled in despite the official no-alcohol policy.
Silver nodded in the right places and tried not to look at the table where Eli sat with his team.
She failed. Repeatedly.
By the time dessert arrived, some elaborate chocolate thing with gold leaf that screamed unnecessary budget spending, the DJ had started transitioning from background music to actual dance music. The kind with a beat that made people start tapping their feet.
