Finding Love

Chapter 31

Alora's POV

As another love song begins to play, I can't help but sigh as I slump back into my seat.

I'll admit- I didn't have high expectations for this little winter dance. But I was surprised.

The venue our school rented was decorated gorgeously.

Balloons, flowers, dimmed lights- they have it all. Which is shocking since our school never does anything right.

I'm sitting at a table with Joshua, Becca and her date Toby.

Don't ask me where she found that boy. Or why she is with him.

She's certainly not into him, and my sister isn't the type who's embarrassed to show up to an event without a date. So why is she with some blonde dude I've never seen before? I couldn't tell you.

Why I'm here with Joshua?

I couldn't tell you...

He didn't ask me.

He simply heard about the dance and assumed I was his date. I mean, why wouldn't he? I was his girlfriend after all...

I wince at the term.

I try to keep my attention on the decoration. Or the people dancing. Anything but the girl in the far left corner of the room, standing by the punch bowl with AJ.

Despite my best efforts, I find my eyes straying to her once again.

It's hard not to.

Wearing a v-neck baby blue prom dress, that hugs her upper body perfectly before spreading out at the skirt, reaching down to her ankles.

Thin straps keep the dress up, showing her pale bare shoulders.

Her blond hair, for once, isn't tied back into a ponytail. Instead, it has a slight curl to it while some is clipped back.

She looks beautiful.

No- beyond beautiful.

Words can't describe it.

"Alora?".

I hum, glancing to see Joshua staring at me. I completely zoned him out when he started talking about something- I'll admit, I don't want to be here with him.

So why am I?

Because for whatever reason, I can't seem to build the courage to dump him.

I'm one of the heirs to a mafia yet I can't dumb a boy.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Did you hear what I said?" He asks me with a small frown. "No" I tell him bluntly, since I'm pissed at him.

I don't want to be here with him tonight.

I don't want to be dating him.

Why can't I say the five words 'I'm breaking up with you'?

He's the reason I lost Lynn.

I swallow hard from the sudden pain in my chest, as well as the guilt that hits me.

I blame him.

Yet I know he's not the one in the wrong here.

"Do you want to dance?" He asks me again, and I sigh. "Sure".

If he notices my bored tone, he doesn't show it. Instead, he just smiles and stands, holding out a hand for me to take.

Like I need help standing up out of the fucking chair.