The ballroom is gorgeous. Large tables take up a lot of the space, with gold satin tablecloths and large floral centerpieces. The chairs are all vintage off white while the chandeliers are black wrought iron, surprisingly it looks classy. I’m mostly on edge with all the amount of cutlery and glasses on the tables. A stage and dance floor fill the center of the room, while a few drink stands are dotted around the edge.
I’m surprised to find that there are two tables filled with teachers and another table filled with people I haven’t seen around here before.
“Shit,” Roman grunts. I whip my head to see what the issue is, but he’s too focused on Parker.
What's going on? What’s wrong with Parker?
Then Kai is leaning in to whisper in my ear.
“The Ring is here.”
The Ring? As in, top of Featherstone elite.
Wait shit as in their families? I’m not ready for that.
Wait.
No one’s here from Steele though, right? Because I definitely can’t deal with that.
Fuck I may need a drink after all.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
(Luna)
The food has come and gone, and I barely touched anything in front of me, let alone looked to see what it actually was.
I’m on edge.
I forced everyone to move the place cards around, so my back wasn’t to the table The Ring were sat at, yet I hadn’t dared look in their direction in case it drew attention to me. Add to the fact I’ve had to deal with Wren and Tyler for the past hour at our table, and I’m ready to call it quits.
They’ve sneered at me all night. I want to gut him with my knife, I know he was one of the guys that helped Wren jump me. He’s sneering a lot at Roman too, seen as he got the short straw of sitting on Wren’s other side and she’s been all over him like a dog in heat.
My green-eyed monster is definitely close to the surface. I want to pluck her away from him and cut her fingers off for touching what’s mine, but I refuse to look like a fool. Especially when he knows he’s mine and he’s not even glanced her way, keeping his attention solely on me. Well unless he’s staring daggers at Kai for getting the seat beside mine. Red has been giggling at their antics the whole time, not fazed in the slightest by our guests this evening.
“So Luna, tell me. How many dicks have you had at this table already?” Wren brazenly asks across the table. Seems she’s willing to go to any lengths, to try and get a reaction out of me with The Ring nearby.
I don’t breathe a word, I just offer a smile, while Oscar steps in.
“What’s the matter Wren, jealous? How many times in the High School dorms did you sneak into Romans room, lay naked and hope he’d be willing to stick his dick in you?”
He chuckles like it’s a joke, which just makes her go red in the face. Fucking creeper.
“My mouth was just fine for you wasn’t it, Oscar?” she retorts, glancing to see if I give a reaction.
Which I don’t, on the outside anyway. Inside I’m screaming that this bitch touched him, and my nails are digging so hard into my palms, I think I may have broken the skin.
Before me. It. Was. Before. Me.
Kai squeezes my thigh in knowing comfort and I let his relaxing aura surround me. He nods slightly towards Oscar for me to follow his glance, and I see Oscar with fear in his eyes. Fear that I’m furious at him. I offer him a half smile which has him visibly relaxing back into his chair, before he turns back to Wren.
“Yes Wren. Your mouth, when I was black out drunk, did the trick. Yet I still couldn’t force myself to stick it in your skanky pussy now could I?” Fuck his big mouth, I’m so close to cringing at his choice of words.
Wren’s face is beetroot red, but before she can respond a man approaches the table.
“Miss Dietrichson, your grandfather wishes to see you, alone,” he says, then turns and leaves just as quickly as he arrived.
The color drains from her face, but she still manages to glare at me like it's my fault. As she stands, I see her actually trembling, I don’t care to watch her near them.
“Fuck off Tyler, formalities are done with for the night, and I do not need any more encouragement to beat you to a pulp” Roman grumbles, and Tyler actually does as he says.
Clearly, it’s the female population he doesn’t like being above him. Maybe that’s why he’s lurking around Wren, being with an Ace will boost his reputation.
I want to ask why the members of The Ring are here, but I don’t know where to begin. A singer is now on the stage with a live band, and I’m surprised when they start singing up to date music. Pairs take up the dance floor as I feel a presence behind me.
“Luna, it’s really important,” West whispers, before leaning back and talking louder, “May I have this dance?”
He holds his hand out for me and I consider my options. As much as I hate the fact that West is a part of my past, he may also be able to help me understand what to do with The Ring being here. I place my hand in his, seeing the frown on Roman’s face, I can tell he’s not happy, but it won’t stop me following West, although I do try to offer a smile of reassurance. Which just seems to have him curse under his breath.
West takes us to the center of the dance floor, surrounding us with the other dancers. He places his
