Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)
As soon as I grabbed Dimitri’s to exit the limo, I heard gasps all around and the murmurs began. I knew Dimitri was notorious for riding solo so I could only imagine what people were thinking right now. There was no way I could pass as his sister because I had red curly hair while Dimitri’s hair is a dirty blonde dyed black.
When I had successfully exited the limo without tripping on my dress or stumbling as I got to my feet, the cameras began to flash in my direction. Every other female that was currently at the event probably hated me right now for stealing the spotlight away from them. I was not used to this sort of attention, though, I knew I did get this attention when I am in public all dressed up. This sort of attention is different in the instance that i
