Chapter 20

• MATILDA
• Until the end of supper, I held my head down. The Teeness from my cheeks never disappeared. Charles just stayed there and proceeded with discussions as though he hadn't quite recently fingered me before the whole ball. The most tasteful, most unnerving, and most notable individuals just saw one of the most private, extreme snapshots of my life.
• "Hit the dance floor with me," Charles murmured in my ear. I arranged my foreheads as I watched him stand up and fasten the lower part of his suit coat.