DAMIEN’S POV
She was visibly shaking. I had to lead her out of her mother’s sight.
My hand guided her as we moved to the dance floor.
She scrunched her face, poorly hiding her displeasure.
We stopped in the middle of the dance floor, and my hand went around her waist, pulling her to me. She smelled of roses and ammonia, no doubt from working at the hospital all day.
“You must calm yourself, Aria. This is all normal.”
She looked up at me, her lips slightly parted. “What do you mean, this is normal?”
“I mean, my family doesn’t just accept anyone. You must prove yourself.”
She huffed. “Well, excuse me if I didn’t read the manual on being a billionaire’s girlfriend.”
I smirked. “I don’t think such a thing exists.”
She rolled her eyes. “It was a joke, Damien.”
“I know, Aria.”
My fee
