Anxiety gnaws at my chest as i set Caspian down. He was already asleep and no matter how many times I have repeated to myself that nothing could go wrong, I felt prone to thinking otherwise.
My father insisted that this was a purely diplomatic dinner and that nothing will be done against my will or our agreement. I hoped it would be like that. From the bottom of my heart.
After I make sure my nanny is all caught up, I rush to the car that was waiting for me downstairs. My father was already inside, smoking from his cigar, the smoke rising slowly in a heavy cloud.
"Where are we going?" I ask as I sink in my seat and search through my bag to find my compact mirror and take a look at myself and fix anything if needed.
He eyes me with the corner of his eyes and slowly puts put the cigar, s
