Dancing with the Bad Boy | ✓

thirty-three | quit

"Thank you."

Edward shook his head in amusement as he approached the microwave and took out the large plate of chicken fettuccine. He then grabbed two forks and gave one to me before rolling up his sleeves as if ready to dig in. "Anything for you, Lucinda. You are my daughter after all and this is a dream come true."

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It has been two days since I last saw Sora and that was at the end of our getaway and since then, we have texted almost every day and FaceTimed every night or whenever we get the chance to. He has been quite busy with training seeing as his fight was happening later tonight and Sam, his trainer, was super pleased with the progress Sora had been making. There was this one moment on FaceTime that he had the same exact look he had at dinner when we were in Bora Bora and I couldn't help but felt like he wasn't telling me something.

Nonetheless, I didn't want to push on it because I didn't want to stress him out more before his match. I knew it was the last thing he needed.

As I was getting ready for tonight's match, Bianca had found herself at my place where she told me that we were going to meet up with Michael and Sora at the location. I threw on a pair of black jeans and an oversized grey hoodie and bid my father a good night before leaving with Bianca at my side.

It has been twenty minutes and Bianca and I had taken an Uber from the city to a diner that was located five minutes from the match. We had met up with Michael inside and he had informed me that Sora was going to be here soon seeing as he needed to come up with an excuse to Martha and Liam.

It was then that I had realised the atmosphere began to grow intense and awkward between Michael and Bianca. They had sat on opposite sides of the booth, Michael beside me as they avoided eye contact and barely looked at each other since Bianca and I had arrived.

"Why is it weird between you two?" I asked as I watched the both of them clear their throats.

Michael moved his body to face me as he gave me a reassuring smile as if I was the child of divorced parents. "She isn't allowed to see me again, go near me or even talk to me."

I blinked at him. "But she's literally sitting right there. Isn't that already breaking the rules?"

Bianca shrugged, directly facing me but seemed tempted to even cast a glance in Michael's direction. "Michael thinks it's not right for me to listen to my father's orders but I know my father is trying to do what's best for me. And besides, Michael hasn't even tried to prove to my father that he's a good guy."

"Well, B-"

Michael was suddenly cut off when the bell ringed and the three of us glanced over our shoulders at Sora who walked in, a blank facade adorning his handsome face. He frowned at me and nudged his head to where both Michael and Bianca had been walking. "What's wrong with them?"

I shrugged as we both entered the locker room where Sam had been waiting for us, gear already set up on the bench. "Bianca's banned from seeing Michael. It's complicated, I still don't know the full story."

Sora only nodded before Sam strapped him up with gear and I couldn't help but felt the gnawing in my stomach at what was possibly wrong with Sam that had kept him so quiet. I wanted to say something but I didn't want to stress him out right before his big match so I decided to keep my mouth shut, for now.

"Wish me luck, sweetheart," Sora whispered as he leaned down and softly kissed my lips, my heart fluttering at the feeling of his lips pressed against mine.

I couldn't help but smiled against his kiss and whispered, "good luck, Lockhart."

As I weaved my way through the crowd, I eventually found Michael and Bianca standing four feet apart from each other, leaving a tiny space for me to fit right in the middle. They had both been looking ahead at the ring and the moment I settled myself in between them, the crowd began to roar at the sight of Sora and his opponent.