“Would it be worth it to make him drop that whole glass of champagne on the girl next to him?” he questions, my eyes averting to the girl in his company. "It would be a shame to ruin such a pretty dress,” I admit, appreciating the light pinks wrapped around her slender frame. Fallan moves to hand out more drinks, his body working past me as his voice reaches my ear. “Your dress outshines everyone else’s,” he whispers, my cheeks reddening.
