My...Brunette?

Tatiana proffered a haughty smile, pulling Draven away with her.

Avelina could only stand on the marble-checkered floor alone, gazing at them. Her grip on her dress tightened, completely lost in her thoughts that all the couples waltzing around on the dance floor were nothing but blurred images to her.

Her heart pounded within her, and she furiously blinked her lashes. She turned around, walking away to the table where different types of alcoholic drinks were lined up. She grabbed a bottle of champagne and poured herself a glass.

Edward, who sat alone, could only watch her lonely figure take glass after glass of alcohol. His jaw clenched in annoyance, and he looked over at Draven, who was dancing with Tatiana, the urge to kill him overwhelming him.

If he were the one who had Avelina, he never would have left her like that! Of course, it was, as they said, no one knows the value of what they have until they lose it.