When Andrew walked into the room, I felt as though the entire world started moving in slow motion. He sauntered across the tiled floor, dress shoes clicking against the gloss.
My first thought was to run to Ethan. I wasn’t sure if it was to hold Ethan back from making a spectacle of his presence, or for my own peace of mind and assurance that if Andrew were to do anything, I’d have Ethan by my side.
I approached Ethan, gently running my hand down his back to get his attention. He turned, his face lighting up when he saw mine, but that expression quickly extinguished itself when he saw the look on my face.
“What is it?” He asked, eyes narrowing to read my own.
“It’s Andrew,” I gestured to the entrance of the ballroom with a quick look over my shoulder. “He’s here.”
Ethan’s entire
