Vincent's pov
The day of the party, I picked up Camilla at her penthouse at six-thirty sharp. She answered the door wearing an emerald green gown, her hair swept up elegantly, diamond earrings catching the light.
"You look beautiful," I said automatically.
"Thank you." She smiled, spinning slightly so I could see the full effect. "I wanted to make sure I looked the part for tonight."
“Yes, thank you for trying.”
She twirled in front of me and I smiled.
“Come on, let’s go.” I led her to the car and the driver opened the door for her, I shook my head at him and relieved him of his duties tonight. I wanted to drive.
The drive to The Plaza was quiet. I was too focused on what I needed to do, find the CEO of Horton Group, finally get some answers to make much conversation.
When we pull
