Penelope POV
"Get your hand off your cuff, Lorde, you are pulling the fabric out of shape," I said.
The young Beta actor jumped. His fingers flew away from his white tuxedo sleeve as if the silk had burned him. A deep, bright crimson rushed up his neck, staining his clean jawline. He looked like a panicked prince caught stealing sweets from the royal kitchen.
"Sorry, Your Highness," Lorde whispered. His voice trembled. "I just. I have never been to an auction this massive. The crowds. The cameras outside. I do not want to embarrass Leif. Or you."
"You will not embarrass me," I said, keeping my chin parallel to the polished floor. "Leif signed you because you have decent blood purity and a face that makes human girls scream. Just walk straight. Do not look at the lenses."
"Right. Yes.
