Blanche's POV
Vincent's grin felt toxic, seeping into my skin like venom.
I stared at him, sensing myself being drawn in. Quickly, I turned my head and pulled away from his hold.
'What's Vincent really trying to accomplish here?' I thought to myself. His motives remained unclear, and I couldn't risk believing anything he said.
Trusting him would only bring me heartache in a reality where deception and honesty blurred together.
Even after breaking free, I could still sense his eyes following me.
The dancing commenced. Kingsley, Zain, and Drew swiftly located their partners, while I remained standing in the crowd. Others attempted conversations, and though I responded with courteous smiles, I showed no interest in participating in the dance.
Vincent lingered nearby, silently staying by my side.
The space filled with giggles and conversations, but this vibrant atmosphere wasn't where I belonged. I felt completely displaced.
