Jasmine's POV
The party was nothing like I expected.
Dominic's hand rested lightly on my lower back as we entered the grand hall, a massive space dripping with the kind of luxury that matched his status and wealth.
I felt small. Out of place. I wondered if Christopher was present, but I knew he was too taken by his mother's endless pestering to care about these things.
"You okay?" Dominic leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear.
I forced a smile. "Just taking it all in."
He squeezed my hand gently. "You look gorgeous. Remember that."
His words helped, but only a little. The dress he'd bought me was gorgeous, yes, but I couldn't shake the feeling that everyone could see right through me. See that I didn't belong here among these wealthy families, these high-ranking wolves who
