Chapter 11

Arabella's P.O.V.

I adjusted the delicate straps of my black floor-length gown, the silk fabric hugging my curves in all the right places. I felt like a princess because it was picked by Asher, which made my heart glitter. I needed to look good for him but the sentiment was short-lived. "Why do I even bother?" I thought to myself. "Asher won't appreciate it anyway."

I checked the time - 5:55 PM. "Where is he?" I wondered, trying to push aside the thought of him not coming and maybe of me going to the ball alone. My phone beeped, I looked to check who was calling it was Miss Thompson

" Hi dear, Asher called he won't be coming, so can you please come down Stairs the driver is waiting,"

she said, as she cut the call

I took a deep breath before I left the room, trying to calm my nerves down. The driver was waiting, and we drove to the ball in silence. My mind raced with thoughts of Asher's coldness towards me and why he just couldn't stand the sight of me.

"Why do I keep trying to