Violet
My heart beat hard in my chest, the tight black gown I was sporting not aiding in my need for oxygen, although I appreciated that the sleeves were off-the-shoulder so my skin could easily breathe. My nerves were jumbled in a mess of anxiety. My father never invited me to his work-related events, but here I was: sitting in a black Bentley in an outrageously expensive and lavish gown, not long from being in the home of a rivaling family. I stared out the window, hoping the gently rain that was coming down from the Chicago skyline would alleviate some of my tension.
It didn't.
After a forty minute drive, we arrived at a large white mansion with white pillars standing tall to brace the architecture's enormity. The driver pulled around a tear drop shaped driveway that surrounded a lar
