Iris
The following morning, I’m yanked from sleep by the sound of knocking at my door. Groaning, I roll over and squint at my phone. It’s barely past seven. Who the hell is here so early?
When the knocking doesn’t stop, I drag myself out of bed, pulling on my robe as I stumble toward the door.
I peer through the peephole and see an unfamiliar woman in a crisp pantsuit, flanked by Ezra and another security guard. Is this my new security detail?
The moment I open the door, the woman extends her hand with a bright smile. “Good morning. I’m the head of styling for the President’s PR team. I’m here to prepare you for tonight’s gala.”
“I—what?” I blink at her, still half-asleep. I almost forgot I agreed to go to that event with Arthur, but I didn’t expect this. I glance at E
