Alisa
I looked at my makeshift mirror s***h phone for the fifth time as we rode in the back of the limo to the ball. A slight overkill but how we got to the ball was the least of my worries. I had more nerve-wracking issues to think about. For starters, the ball itself, then to make it worse the presence of the press, I had a bad feeling already about how tonight would go.
"Your lipstick is perfect," Drey said from beside me as I raised my phone to touch my lipstick again. He was wearing a blue-black tuxedo that made me drool all over again. All I could say was that a man like Drey did not deserve to walk among mortals like us or at the very least he deserved to be kept at a museum for the hottest immortals because goddamn.
"I know," I sighed and dropped the phone in my lap.
"You'r
