I lose track of time and before I know it it's time for the last dance of the night before things get crazy again. If only I could find my crazy runaway heart instead. "Act bored Della." Noah nuzzles my cheek and I watch the scenery with a blasé nonchalance. Noah leads me across the room, introducing me to everyone, from semi famous philanthropists to age old founding families.
Apparently, according to looks sent my way, I'm cheap trash even though I'm slaying it like a goddess. Who gives a f**k about rich snobs anyway. "Noah, when exactly does the actual gala begin?" I greet another rich man, with the nose of an aristocratic miser, with a gracious nod. "When all the people leave and only the founding families stay." He whispers snaking an arm around my waist, pulling me closer toward him
