Irene’s POV:
I stepped out of the car. In front of me was a large hall. Dressed in a cream coloured chiffon dress, my heels were very uncomfortable. Kian offered me his arm which I took.
I cleared my throat as if I was going to fight a battle. My hair was pinned. No stray strands on my face to cover the jittery expression that was resting on my face. As we walked, I was practically leaning against him. To get some support.
“I told you not to wear it, if you don’t feel like it,” he muttered between his teeth.
“I am fine.”
The truth was the opposite. But they looked so good with my outfit. Most of all, I wanted to appear like I was okay with things like that. It was a normal thing for a girl. I hated myself to be that uncomfortable. When everyone was so casual in way more high heels
