Princess stood in a corner of the dining hall, her eyes glued to her phone as she monitored her girlfriend's location. The screen cast a light shadow over her face, her thumb tapping against the glass while her chest rose and fell in quick, uneasy puffs of air, her heart pounding a steady cadence against her ribs.
She would have called Faye to ease her worries, but Princess happened to have Faye's phone. Faye had handed it to her before the party to hold onto. Princess shifted her weight on her heels, her fingers tightening around the metal casing of the phone while her breath whistled softly through her nose.
Princess was about to call Faye's best friend when she was interrupted by Silviana.
Silviana's heels echoed through the hallway until she stopped beside Princess. The woman stood tall, holding a glass of red wine, her expression calm and composed while her lungs pulled in a smooth, effortless draft of air.
