Marcie clenched her jaw again, looking away. The initial burst of anger was giving way to embarrassment for misjudging him so badly. “But you saved me,” she said. Didn’t that mean something? But not really. He was a storybook hero, wasn’t he. He would’ve done the same for anyone. She was the one who had thought he was cute and interested and available, and one out of three counted for nothing.
"Is she here tonight?" She suddenly realised what must surely be true, taking a step back. It was a ball after all. He must have brought a date. "Oh my god, she's here isn't she. She's here and you still didn't- Fuck your sorry,” she hissed, backing away, her lips pressed into a crooked line of hurt. She had to get out of these people. She gathered up her skirts and turned, hurrying away through the crowd as well as she could in such an enormous skirt to find someplace to hide away and take a breath.