63
Emily Monroe
Stiles and I both walked into the beautifully decorated hall filled with dignitaries from different pace of life and of different race.
I had always wondered if by chance a function where only the wealthiest of the wealthiest attended and today that question was answered.
Stiles leaned in closer to me, making me gasp.
“I told you didn’t I?” He whispered softly.
His voice did soemthing to me. I wanted to to breath him in.
“They’re all staring,” I whispered back, trying to keep a calm composure but failing terribly at it.
And who could blame me? The man was handsome and sexy.
“No,” he replied. “They’re all staring at you because you’re the most beautiful woman they’ll ever get to see in their lifetime,” he whispered.
Goosebumps rose on my body as Stiles perked my c
