Chapter 152
Ciel
I can't stop my eyes from looking for Jack.
Each time I can't see him, I get a mini panic attack. My chest tightens, my breath catches, and the room feels too big, too loud, too full of people who are not him.
And when I can see him—when I catch a glimpse of dark hair, broad shoulders, the way he moves through the crowd like he's wading through water—I immediately calm down.
It's pathetic.
It's also true.
"Oh my," the Crown Princess says, a smile tugging at her lips. "You love him, don't you?"
Grace has escaped. Left us alone. I don't know when it happened,she was here one moment, laughing at something Harriet said, and then she was gone, absorbed into the crowd by some friend or admirer.
Now it's just me and the Crown Princess. In the middle of a party. Talking.
"I..." My voice comes out small. I clear my throat. Try again. "I... yes. I do."
