Chapter 13
Elena’s POV
Damien stepped out first. Cool night air slipped in through the open door as he offered his hand.
I placed my fingers in his. His palm felt warm and steady against mine as he helped me from the car.
The night air brushed lightly across my arms and shoulders, carrying the faint scent of the city mixed with his cologne. We walked side by side toward the entrance. His hand remained at my back, guiding me with quiet control.
Cameras flashed the moment we reached the top of the stairs. The sudden bursts of light made me keep my expression carefully composed. Soft comments rose from the guests standing near the entrance, some spoken just loud enough to carry.
“They look so cute together.”
“She’s a bit chubby for him, don’t you think?”
“Not really his usual type.”
