Tracy struggles to sit as gracefully as she can, the stiff fabric of her glittering gown refusing to cooperate damn this stupid dress , i should have altered it a bit if i knew it was going to be this difficult she thought to herself . She exhales sharply, fanning herself as strands of hair fall onto her forehead. Annoyed, she blows them away with a huff and props her elbow on the table.
Across the ballroom, Hunter stands tall and distant, surrounded by high-ranking guests. His expression is unreadable, focused entirely on them, never once glancing her way.
"Getting him to notice me is way harder than I thought," she mutters, shoving a pastry into her mouth. Earlier he refused the dance with a flimsy excuse which pissed Tracy off but not like she can show it , what was his deal after looking at Lucien for a while then refuse to dance
Before she can complain again, her mother slips into the chair across from her. Tracy jolts upright, smiling too wide as she pushes her hair back.
