Chapter 8. Last Dance

Aubrianne Ivanov

I glanced at her through the mirror as she went on, “Ron is here and has not moved from that spot in front of the stage. He is just sitting there dead center, unmoving.”

I did not miss how her voice rose at dead center and dragged out the word unmoving to emphasize.

I briefly paused, hand midair with puff secured by my fingers. I arch a brow as this is not news, coaxing Jada to elaborate.

Looking a bit uneasy, she said, “he seems a bit off.”

Furrowing my brows, “what do you mean off?”

Jada looks like she is currently struggling for words, rubbing and squeezing her hands. I then slowed my actions and watched her, waiting patiently for where she was going with this.

Jada straightened from her relaxed position on the couch and eventually said, “he was just looking lost all night like he was in another world. It’s like Ron is not even here, and he looks almost like he is fuming on the inside, ready to blow.”