IT’S TIME FOR THE EVENT.
I’ve been seated before Dmitry and my bedroom’s mirror since I finished my make-up — a simple blush, eyeliner, and shiny lip gloss — my mind somehow going in circles about the whole Artemis Holdings thing for almost an hour.
Will it work out? Will Dmitry be successful and find the people he’s searching for? If he does, will it be worth enough for me? Will it gain me his trust?
I’d gone to bed last night and woke up this morning anticipating the event because it felt like the bridge between myself and Nico — a bridge I would cross easily — but now that I am dressed and ready for it, my mind wouldn’t shut up.
A sharp sting on my knuckles startles me, and I wince, dropping my hand back onto my thigh when I realize I’ve been biting the skin out of nervousness, then
