KIRA’S POV
My breath hitched in my throat as I felt all eyes on me.
I could hear the whispers increase as I moved down the stairs. Were they talking about me?
I kept my head high, willing to stay strong. This wasn’t the time to be sentimental. I made my way to the stage where Adrian stood, trying hard not to trip in this absurdly expensive dress, and took my place beside him.
“Father,” I whispered, slightly bowing to acknowledge Paulo’s presence. My heart thumped wildly as I felt the heavy weight of the necklace pulling me back to reality.
My hand instinctively darted up to touch the exquisite jewelry. Thank God I’d found it; otherwise, Adrian’s mother would have probably skinned me alive—assuming she got to me before Adrian did.
“Welcome my dear.” He replied, humming with dismis
