Chapter 44 The dance

• ***POV - Damion
• We stand huddled in a small group in the garden in front of the hotel, dressed up in suits, waiting for the girls to arrive. The daylilies growing against the wall are in full bloom, forming an ocean of diverse shades ranging from orange to scarlet. I watch the people arriving for the freshmen gala as if in a slow-motion dream. Oh, dreaming is nothing new to me, no, since the little blond who solidly stole my heart and soul, entered my life, my sense of reality has been misconfigured.