ARIA’S POV
“Come with me,” Damien said.
He took my hand and led me out of the kitchen.
Like the fool I was, I followed him without a word.
He didn’t stop until he reached the car outside.
“Get in,” he said.
I didn’t.
He looked at me.
I looked at him.
“Why?” I finally asked.
“Get in,” he said again.
He took my elbow and gently guided me inside.
He got into the driver’s seat, and he pulled out of the driveway.
Damien drove the car himself.
He fixed his eyes straight ahead.
I didn’t say a word to him until we arrived at a hotel.
“Why are we here?”
He got out of the car and helped me out.
We stood at the entrance, watching the dazzling people walk into the hotel.
“We are attending a ball, Aria.”
I looked at him, feeling a jumble of emotions I couldn’t quite understand.
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