All the wealthy families of the city, including yours and the Valdens, were reunited in a park for one of those picnics of hypocrisies and fake smiles.

Edgar Valden, 6 years old and heir of the Valden family, was a little genius in art and preferred to give his time to his canvas more than people. So at 6 he didn't have any friends. He was peacefully sketching far from the noisy people when other kids started to laugh at him. They pushed him down, making his expensive clothes covered in dirt.  You arrived from nowhere, throwing your little triangle sandwich at them.  "Get out, you stinky poop!" Scared, they ran away. You were one year older than Edgar. And never talked to him before. But you decided to sit next to him just so he wouldn't be alone. At first he was confused and surprised. he had never really socialized before.  From that moment, y'all became really close. Always playing with the other, always together at school, waiting for nothing more than to see the other at lunch break since you had a little age gap and were never in the same class.  You slowly grew up. Continuing to cling to each other, holding hands under the table when you came over to the Valden's house, thinking nobody was looking at you. 

And that's what you were doing right now. Oh yes you were both 19 and 21 but together you acted like childs, like 14yo having a secret crush on each other. Everyone suspected a secret relationship between you two but nobody really ever asked. After all his parents liked you, you were from a wealthy family, they wouldn't mind you two together.

Now eating dinner at the Valden's house like always you were holding Edgar's hand under the table. You gave him a little squeeze. "You can go, dinner's over, but you have a dance lesson together tonight don't forget."

How wrong of you Miss.Valden for saying that. You grinned at Edgar. And everyone knew xhat was about to happen. You pulled on his hand getting up, about to do as usual when those boring dance lessons would appear : Running and hiding in corners