Ryan's POV
I said, fiddling with my tuxedo's collar for the hundredth time or so, "I still think this is a terrible idea. I admit I can't think of anything safer to do to accomplish our goals. But still, this isn't the best way to do it."
As she put on a last coat of lipstick in the rearview mirror of the automobile, Clarabell said sharply, "Noted. However, it's OUR best idea. I don't hear you providing a better one. Relax, Ryan. Where's the cocky guy I met not too long ago? You're embarrassing me."
In front of the expansive hotel where the gala was being held, the car sat motionless. The huge entryway was lighted by glittering chandeliers, and a constant stream of elegantly attired guests passed through the double doors. Too many phoney smiles and too many secrets concealed behind fanc
