Chapter Thirty-Three
Sahara's POV
"You ready?" Scott asked as we stare at the people in the ballroom. We are at the top of the stairs, so they still can't notice us.
"Yeah, absolutely ready," I whispered under my breath. I don't know what is wrong with me because I should be nervous, right? I should be having a panic attack, but just feeling the ring in my finger makes it all disappear. It's giving me strength, confidence, and fierceness.
"Well, lady's first." he gestures for me to walk towards the middle of the stairs. "Don't worry, I'm just behind you. Can't steal your spot now, right?" I chuckle and nodded.
"Right." I exhale and straighten my posture. Chin up, and smile... but don't forget to look at where I'm stepping at, don't want to make a fool of myself now.
As soon as I step
