Outta Here

Outta Here

I’m still gloomy as we return to the hall and I start feeling suffocating every second I hear her laughter a few meters away from me. 

Suddenly, I feel sick to my stomach and panic flows through me. 

I can’t spot Giovanni anywhere and even if I’m dying to see him, I’m not quite sure I could face him right now. 

Feeling panicky, I step to the huge bear of a man who is standing lonely in the crowd as he seems to be keeping an eye on his princess as he calls her. 

“Vla- Vlad,” I call him lowly, clearing my throat. “Sorry, maybe I could ask you to take me home? I wouldn’t know if I can’t get a taxi here.”