Amaris’ POV
“Don’t trip. Don’t trip. Don’t trip,” I murmured beneath my breath, balancing precariously on five-inch heels as I made my way forward.
That one-day crash course in high-society survival that Indira had shoved me through better pay off. My hair looked like it had been styled by a celebrity team, my skin glowed like glass, and for once in my life, I felt like I could pass for flawless at least on the outside. Inside, however, I was a jittery, anxious wreck barely holding it together.
Truthfully, I was terrified. I'd told Indira that showing up at Lockhart Digital during lunch hour was a terrible idea. She only laughed. “You’ll be just fine, Ami,” she’d said with maddening calm. “You need the practice. If you can’t handle a few coworkers, how are you going to survive rooms ful
