Chapter Six
My night begins at Steven’s side, at a classic cocktail party imbued with lavish décor, and the sounds of clinking glass and china, chattering voices and high-pitched laughter. There is too much booze, but then it fulfills its purpose, loosening this crowd of strangers who would rather be anywhere else than in this room smoozing people they care little for.
Steven gives me a self-deprecating smirk as we walk into the glittering ballroom, arm and arm. Such a transformation in us both, now that we’re perfectly tucked into our fancy clothes. He is breathtaking in a tuxedo, his rough edges smoothed, and such rich black fits the quiet power he exudes. I decided on a tight-fitting red sheath, initially thinking it was a bit bold for the occasion, but decided I needed to be bold th
