The car came to a sleek halt, and the chauffeur opened my door, but Rafe was quick to step down and come rounding, before forwarding me his hand to take. I unhesitatingly, placed my hand in his as he lead both of us to the red carpet floored on the ground, guards handling the sea of press that were having no mercy but shoving their cameras and mics in our faces to respond to them.
Rafe lead us inside with his hand on my waist. I walked into the enormously beautiful room and caught my breath. The room was five hundred feet long by three hundred feet wide, with the ceiling stretching up another two hundred feet above my head. It made me feel smaller and intimidated. The walls were a glittering gold, so bright and shiny I practically felt the need to throw up my arms and shield myself from
