ANYTA'S POV
And he did.
I leaned into him just a little, letting myself enjoy it all, without worrying about anything as we sailed across the room while Clay chatted with people I had never met before, but knew were extremely important.
Compliments came easily from most of them, to my surprise.
“You look stunning, dear,” a woman in a silver mask muttered with a gentle curve of her mouth as we passed.
“That color was made for you,” a short, handsome man murmured, eyes lingering appreciatively on me.
I smiled, nodded, thanked them. Soaked it all in like warmth after a long winter.
When we finally stepped away from a particularly chatty couple who'd been speaking to Clay in rapid French, I let out a quiet laugh and shook my head.
“What kind of rich people are these? They all seem so n
