Nikita doesn’t take her eyes off me as she sips her bourbon. “Or maybe there is lots of reason to be nervous. What do you think, Paige? Care to share your secrets, dear sister-in-law? This evening is all about getting to know you, after all.”
This is the closest I’ve ever been to being heckled. Misha drums his fingers on the table, and I know he’s about to step in. But I squeeze his leg under the table and take a deep breath.
“You want to know why I was nervous?” I ask. “It’s simple: this world is new to me. I’m not used to spending time with people like you. I’m not accustomed to wealth or privilege. I don’t know the first thing about managing a house like this or the staff that comes with it. I have no idea how to dress for a fancy cocktail party, let alone throw one.” I grab the three
