Chapter Forty-One

Sane had never felt utterly nervous with a school event as he felt with the ball. It was even amusing to think that he was never really looking forward to the ball, especially when he wasn’t fond of dancing, but because of Seleen, because of Seleen, there was a mixture of wanting the day to come already, and not wanting it to come as well. His mind was conflicted. The only thing that he was sure about was that he wanted to see Seleen already, even when he wasn’t certain whether she would really come in the first place. And for him to see Seleen, he needed the month to pass. He didn’t know whether it was only a coincidence that the day the month that she asked would end was the day of the prom as well.

And it was only less than twenty-four hours until the ball would start. The program would start at exactly six in the evening, and the venue had already been decorated and set. Even when the suit that he’d be wearing during the event had already been tailored, he