Madison POV
I felt utterly exposed.
The moment I stepped into the hall, countless eyes raked over my form as I felt the sticky eyes on my body. I felt exposed and tried to no avail to at least cover some parts of my body.
After entering, I quickly studied the women and realized that my outfit differed from them. To me, that was not a good thing.
I felt like an oddity, the bad type, one that made me so uncomfortable and unable to raise my head proudly.
Feeling self-conscious, I gripped the sides of the fabric even tighter, hoping that I could just disappear from this hall.
Yet, the thought of Raymond stopped me. He favored this, and for his sake, I bit my lips, bearing with the discomfort, and stopped myself from cowering in the face of the unfamiliar scrutiny on my body
