As soon as we got to the venue, one of my security rushed forward to open my door, but before he even touched the handle, Kenneth was already there.
He moved around the car with effortless confidence, ignoring the staff completely as he opened my door himself.
Like I was royalty.
He extended his hand, I hesitated for half a second, then placed mine in his letting him help me out of the car.
He did so with care I’d never experienced before, one hand slipping to my waist to steady me even though I didn’t need steadying. Then he adjusted the strap of my gown, straightening it.
Every touch was a performance, I knew that. I wish my skin and pulse knew that too. His hand slid back into mine.
The engagement was held in one of the most top rated ball rooms in the city. No one had noticed
