#Chapter 276: A Wager

Abby “May I have this dance?” Karl’s hand is extended to me, his tall form looking down at me. Others around us are staring, even though I know they’re trying not to make it obvious. For a moment, I almost consider turning on my heel and running again, but I know I can’t. “I’m still furious with you,” I whisper as I reluctantly take Karl’s outstretched hand and let him lead me to the dance floor. The sea of people parts, the partygoers gawking at the two of us. I take a moment to let my eyes scan the crowd, looking for Ethan and Gianna, but I don’t see them. Maybe they left amidst all of the chaos. The chaos that Gianna caused. “I don’t blame you,” Karl says quietly, although there’s a polite smile plastered on his face. We stop in the middle of the dance floor and begin to move to the soft strains of the string quartet, and although there’s a gentle look in his brown eyes, I can’t stop being angry with him. Maybe the anger will subside, but not now. Not for a long ti