Hours later after I woke up and I have never been more confused in my life.
I was currently standing at a charity gala beside Sylas. I had been draped in silks and diamonds that didn’t feel real, but was. Everywhere I turned, cameras flashed brightly and voices called out my name.
“Mrs. Gold!” An obnoxious short woman, wearing light blue glasses called out,
“How long have you known each other?” another had asked,
This was a charity gala and reporters were not allowed on the ball floor itself, but that didn’t stop the reporters from dressing up and acting as if they were there to bid on items instead of harassing me with questions.
The only reason why I haven’t snapped at them yet was because I could feel Sylas’ hand on mine, and because he had already warned me about what to expect.
