Stuck On You

Chapter 27: Ballgowns and Chandeliers

The next morning, we had rehearsal in the ballroom. After stretching, we started warming up our lifts

and tricks. It was so much easier without Sophia around. Hayden had his arm around me loosely as

Luca started taking control of the practice. He decided that Hayden and I would start off the routine in

the middle of the floor. When the chorus hit, the others would join in with us.

When the music started, Hayden and I started the routine slowly. The others started walking to their

places, it was amazing. I loved dancing with Hayden. It was like we knew exactly what the other was

thinking when we were dancing. I loved him. It showed all throughout our dancing. We finished the

routine on the floor. Hayden smiled at me lightly before he kissed me gently. My hand went to the back

of his neck. I heard a slow clap start. I looked up startled. I smiled when I saw who it was.

"Hey dad," I said, getting up. I hugged him gently.

"It's looking great sweetheart," my dad said. He kissed my head before he left. He was like that. He

would say what he needed to say and then leave. We practiced for a little while longer before going

back to our rooms. I sighed as I ran a brush through my hair. I was staring off into space thinking about © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

my dad.

"What's wrong, Jo," Hayden asked. I shrugged before I put the brush down and looked at him.

"It's just... nothing. It's nothing," I said. Hayden kissed my head as his arms went around me.

"What's wrong," he asked again. I sighed and pursed my lips.

"My dad... I just wish he'd spent a little more time with me," I answered honestly. Hayden laced his

fingers with mine and kissed my temple.

"Hey, I know that it's no substitute for your dad, but I'm here. You have me," he said softly. I smiled

lightly and looked up at him before I kissed him.

"I know, and I love you for that," I said softly.

"I'll order some room service," he offered.

The next few days passed in a blur. Next thing I knew we were standing in the middle of the charity

ball. I let out a breath and smoothed out the front of my costume. Hayden laced his hand with mine and

smiled at me.

"Are you ready?" he asked lightly. I let out a breath as my heart pounded painfully in my chest. I

nodded unsurely. Performing was fun and normally not this big of a deal for me, but this was different. I

knew most of these people. I'd known them for most of my life, and my stepmother was here. She

never really liked me anyway. It was time. The music started whether I was ready or not.

"Ready," I whispered. I put my hand against his and started the dance. People started to clear the

dance floor and watched us. The other two couples joined in with us and I smiled lightly. Hayden's

hands were so sure, and I trusted him completely. When we finished, I smiled lightly before we stood

and took a bow as everyone started clapping. Hayden reached over discretely and laced his fingers

with mine. We took another bow before we went to change into our actual clothes.

My dad was kind enough to buy all of the girls a dress and he also got the guys' suits. After I was in my

dress, I rolled my hair up into a sock bun with a braid around it. My bangs were pinned back and I

reapplied my lip stain. It was a subtle pink. I went to see how Hayden was doing. He smiled at me. He

looked even more handsome than before if that was possible. He jelled his hair back and wore my

favorite smirk. His classic black suit made him look dapper and sophisticated. His bowtie laid around

his neck untied. I smiled lightly and walked over to him.

"Jordyn, you look... stunning... beautiful," he said softly. I chuckled and started tying his bowtie.

"I could say the same about you, handsome," I smiled. He stood there patiently as I finished tying his

bowtie. "There," I said once I finished. I started walking away but Hayden's arm caught me around the

waist

"Hey," he said, stopping me. I looked into his eyes. They had nothing but love for me. That made me

smile. His scent was intoxicating; it was a mix between a musk and sophistication. That was the only

way I could describe it. "I love you," he said softly. My hands went to his chest as I reached up to kiss

him. I pulled away smiling.

"I love you more," I said back. I laced my fingers with his before we left the room for the ball. I made my

rounds, saying hello to everyone and introducing Hayden to them. They praised us for our

performance. Finally, I made it to my dad and wicked stepmother who were standing upstairs.

"Jobear, that was perfect. You were so beautiful and graceful out there; and you too, Hayden," my dad

praised. I smiled and looked at my feet for a moment.

"Thank you, sir," Hayden said respectfully. His hand went to the small of my back.

"I told you, call me Peter. You clean up nicely, son," my dad smiled to Hayden, reaching his hand out.

Hayden shook it and thanked him again. My wicked stepmother cleared her throat.

"Um, Hayden, this is my w-stepmother, Cindy," I introduced them. I almost called her the wicked

stepmother out loud... oops. Hayden shook her hand as well.

"Nice to meet you," Cindy said politely. I was surprised that she could still smile with all the Botox in her

face. Cindy was a bottled blonde bimbo who had somehow convinced my dad to marry her. I hated her,

and I was pretty sure that she hated me too. Every time I saw her, she seemed to have done some new

kind of cosmetic "enhancement". She's had a nose job, boob job, everything but a real job. She got

Botox like every other week. It was sad, really; that she was that insecure.

"Excuse us," Hayden said, putting his hand back on the small of my back. We went back downstairs to

the dance as an orchestra started playing a slow song. I swayed with Hayden gently and just smiled

like an idiot. This was great. This was beyond great. I had my dad and my Hayden here, at the annual

charity ball. "Someone looks happy," Hayden chuckled gently.

"I am," I confirmed. He kissed me lightly.

"It hurts me sometimes... thinking about how much I love you," he said softly. "How in the world was I

lucky enough to keep you?" he asked. I shook my head with a smile before I rested my head on his

shoulder. We swayed to the music gently, neither of us uttering a word for fear of ruining this moment.

We probably danced all night long in that ballroom. His arms were protective around me. I felt safe, like

nothing could touch me when I was with him. He was mine. I couldn't believe that he was mine. I

almost pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming, this was all so surreal. I knew at that moment

that Hayden was the guy I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.