Cassandra hastily locked her phone and she tried to hold herself together.
“Excuse me if I speak out of turn, but… did things go wrong with your mate?” Damian asked.
She responded and at the same time shook her head. “No. I don't know why I'm finding it difficult to hold myself together.” She inhaled hard. “Director Berkeley is waiting. Let’s go inside.”
Damian’s focus held steady, realizing she was masking pain she refused to put into words. But he didn’t push.
Cassandra lifted her head and asked Damian, “am I okay now?” Her gaze met Damian's eyes.
“You don't need to be worried about that because you are already a star,” Damian murmured. He pressed the door open, then stepped aside to let her pass.
Cassandra passed through and Damian followed close behind.
There was a raw beauty
