The elevator doors slid open and Amir and I stepped into the hallway leading to Bodhi’s suites. I glanced at him, nerves fluttering in my stomach.
“Do you think they’ll notice how late we are?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
“Of course they’ll notice,” he said with a grin. “We’re the guests of honour.”
I groaned softly. “Maybe we should make up some kind of excuse.”
He shook his head. “Nah. When they see your dress, they’ll put two and two together.”
My hands flew to the fabric. “Wait—why? Is it torn? Oh my gosh, it is, isn’t it? Where’s the tear? You shouldn’t be so rough with my clothes!” I spun in a circle, trying to catch sight of the damage.
Amir chuckled. “Your dress is fine. It’s resilient. I meant they’ll see how stunning you look and probably assume I had to take it off yo
