☆ symphony harris has just graduated after two years at a university her parents chose for her. feeling annoyed with her parents' suffocating nature and controlling attitudes, she searches for a job, determined to live her own life free of all press...
i feel like this is a very slow going book but i'm honestly enjoying it very much.
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i stand here feeling exhausted and silently wondering how long this gala is going to go on.
it's been hours since it first began and most everybody is still here. people trickle out the exit every few minutes but that barely makes a dent in the crowd. thank goodness i don't work tomorrow but the wedding is on sunday so i will have a full day starting in the morning trying to get everything together.
i trusted lillian and dakota to start setting up and we pretty much have a clear vision of the game plan so hopefully they got most of it done. it's going to be a very small and simple affair unlike this party so i'm not too terribly worried about it. i am, however, worried about getting sleep. it's nearly eleven o'clock and i have a forty minute drive home ahead of me.
"you look exhausted." wesley tells me with a concerted expression, placing his hand gently on my arm, "maybe you should see if you can head out early. i don't see why you need you stay here until it's over."
i think for a moment before nodding reluctantly, "you're probably right but some part of me feels obligated to stay. if you're tired, go ahead and head out i won't be upset. i'm sure you have an early morning tomorrow." i smile.
his brows raise as he shakes his head firmly, "nope. if you're staying, i'm staying. i can't let you face these rich people alone." i laugh even though a small part of me knows that i fit in with this crowd in some way. my parents would be considered "rich" so i can't say much about these people.
"whatever you want." i laugh lightly, "i can't promise that i'll be much fun. as each second ticks by i get more tired." i sigh, earning a sad look from him.
"i mean, that's understandable. you've been planning this thing non-stop for weeks and now the adrenaline of it all is probably wearing off."
i consider this before replying, "you're probably right. i think i'll just walk around - you know circulate...just to keep my energy up. i'll see you later." i tell him with one last look before walking away, fidgeting with the clutch in my hand as i walk through the crowd.
with a thud i run into someone and mutter an apology under my breath, rubbing my shoulder where it made impact.
"no, it's my fault, i apologize." i familiar rich voice speaks, earning my attention. i look up, shocked to see mr. ward here in the center of the dance floor with a glass of wine in his hand. he, however, regards me with a blank expression per usual.
"mr. ward." i greet, "i didn't take you as the dancing type."
he shrugs, "my mother forced me to take lessons in my adolescent years so i certainly hope i could pull off a side step. however, this time, i wasn't dancing." he tells me, glancing around subtlety, "i was taking a short cut of sorts." i follow his gaze to the direction he came from, a tall young woman looking around the room, clearly seeking him out.
