Avery looked at Layla's retreating figure, her steps light but full of smug satisfaction.How can a person act one way in front of you and then be completely different behind your back?
Avery thought to herself, her brows furrowing slightly. The thought left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth. That kind of duplicity… it was terrifying. She shook her head, as if physically trying to rid herself of the sourness. There was no use letting Layla ruin the evening further.
"You see, Avery—there are so many couples dancing there," Silas's voice cut through her thoughts gently, his tone light, casual—almost teasing. "Why don't we join them?"
Avery blinked at him, startled, her gaze shifting from Layla's fading figure to the soft golden lights bathing the ballroom.
"You want to dance with me?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion. "We don't have to go that deep into acting, Silas."
