#Chapter 87: Watching The Fireworks

Caleb keeps me busy for a full 45 minutes, before he rises, wipes off his mouth, and kisses me again. By now, I am fully relaxed, entirely blissed out, and feeling so much better about life and the world. “I need to return to the Grand Ball,” he tells me. “You are not to leave my side again. Do you understand?” I don’t trust my voice just yet, so I nod. “Good.” Looping his arm around my waist, he leads me back out of the side room and to the main hall. The crowd has moved on to other things. The dancing has continued, and some servers have brought out some foods that people are snacking on. The alcohol is also running aplenty. As such, some people glance, noticing us as we return to the party, but for the most part, people aren’t giving us much mind. Caleb’s advisors notice though, or at least the few that I recognize. One of them seems particularly annoyed. “That’s George,” Caleb whispers in my ear. “He’s been one of my most vocal dissenters.” “Yet he’s one of your adv