Pledge ( III )
Eldrige looked at her as if he was trying to find something.
Lumielle smiled swiftly at him.
"What more will you take from me?"
Was she some vulture?
Lumielle sidestepped as the two clasped hands, dancing together. From the purview of others, they looked lovely. A father and daughter dancing to the music in front of them, lovingly. Yet, when had Eldrige ever been loving? This one single dance meant that people would see them differently and that was how easy it was to sway high society.
Everyone was fickle. Everyone would blow things out of proportion. She loved and hated it.
That question made her want to kill him again. She had done it once and she had hoped to rid herself of the venom that congested her soul. Yet, it didn't. She was still as equally angry, twisted, and mad.