ASHLEY’S POV
It was the day of the gala.
I took a deep breath as I pushed the ballroom doors open. For a second, I thought my knees might give out.
The lights from the chandeliers sparkled light crystals. Tables with perfectly folded white cloths were filled with fine china and champagne glasses. Gold-rimmed glasses sparkled. Students were dressed in gowns and tuxedos like they were born to belong in some Gatsby novel.
The place looked amazing.
And then there was me.
I adjusted the hem of my red dress. I got a custom made fitted gown that sparkled with diamonds. It had a high slit at the side. I curled my hair and paired the look with jewelry snd heels.
Jason’s hand slid to the small of my back. Just that touch was enough to make me feel a bit calm.
“You look like you’re about
