THE PARTY
~MAYA'S POV~
The dress was beautiful, which meant it was a trap.
Floor-length grey silk with a high neckline and long sleeves that covered every inch of skin, making me look like I was auditioning for the role of "untouchable professional" when really I was just another expensive thing Silas had dressed up and put on display.
He had picked it out himself, told me it made me look "appropriate for the venue," which was code for "no one gets to look at what's mine."
I stood near the bar of the Metropolitan Museum's Great Hall with a tablet full of seating charts and donor lists, playing my part as the diligent executive liaison while internally screaming at the mere nonsense of my life.
To everyone else in this room, I was staff. To Silas, I was property.
The difference wa
