Chapter Twenty-Two: Dirty

Out of the chaos around me, as the presenter moves to the next person to present their speech, the queen's gaze haunts me the most.

I shouldn't have told her about the vibrator, our relationship, or anything between Adrian and me because then...she wouldn't look at me as if I were the most pitiful being on earth.

I mean, so what if I came from a place I have never before? So what if my flesh is still twitching, and all I feel is dirty and guilty for not feeling bad for the girl who just collapsed while giving her speech—a speech she might have spent an entire week preparing for all I know? So what if I have this gnawing feeling that her collapse was staged—even though a speech like that would mean the world to any graduating student?

That doesn’t make me pitiful.

Without a word, I turn away from the commotion and head to the washrooms.

The dress is heavy to lift, especially with one hand as the other pulls the still vibrating device out of me.

It slides easily, delightfully grazing th