Zora’s POV
Aware of the relentless ticking of the clock, I skillfully let the wine spill onto my gown, pretending it was mere clumsiness. My nerves tingled as I stole a glance at Damon and Aiden, making sure no curious eyes were tailing me. Lucian, who was by my side quickly rushed to my rescue.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes, my Lord” I answered politely and even though Lucian raised his eyebrows at the formality, it was foolish to even attempt to explain to him that I could not address him as anything besides his title at an event teeming with these many people.
Taking excuse to go and change into something else, I cautiously scanned for prying eyes in the hallway, feeling very paranoid. Finally entering my room, I found solace min the soft glow of candlelight that illuminated the room.
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