C17 Clive

I bullied the random Countess sitting next to Tarryn out of her seat. With a sniff, she swept off, nose stuck into the air. Much to my surprise, my sister didn’t argue with my insistence on being close to my date.

Izzie seemed busy discussing something with George, so I leaned closer to Tarryn. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m not sure.” That tiny crease formed between her eyes again