Trixy's Pov
' Timy, you're always full of nonsense," I said laughing and smacking Timothy lightly on the arm. He only smiled, spinning me in a fun twirl before rescuing me with an over-the-top bow. His behavior got a few smiling looks from the other guests, but I didn't care. That was Timothy—always joking about everything, always managing to get me to smile regardless of my mood.
Through the floor, we moved in harmony mixing with the rest of the couples twirl. It was the kind of evening highlighted by perfection, resembling a photograph and so unreal. Hanging from the ceiling, crystal chandeliers fired, distributing the sun rays across the shining marble floor. The air was filled with the smell of roses and the sound of gowns mixed with the whisper of talks. It was Austen University anniversary party, and the night was one of magnificence.
But beneath the sounds of music and laughter, my heart was heavier and quieter.
"May I cut in?"
My feet shook.
