Chapter Nine
Maeve
This made me nervous.
I never expected to be in this position.
Draven had said we were going to a party.I’m scared, because we had been in our little bubble for a couple of weeks now, and I liked it.I no longer had my own room, and all my things had been moved into his bedroom.We had spent a lot of time together in the past few weeks.I loved being around him, and I loved the attention he showed me.
This was different, though.This was a party with apparently a lot of important people—men and women from similar circles—and I couldn’t help but wonder if someone was going to recognize me from the trade.This was one of those parties where wealth mattered.
Draven had chosen my dress, one that molded to every curve and seemed to have sequins or jewels in a floral pattern.The dress looked like it cost a fortune and could double as a wedding dress, although Draven and I were not married.
My hair had been styled, and there was a small clip, complete with a jewel, that glinted in the light.Some of my hair had been left down to curve around my face, and the rest twisted up.He had gotten someone in to do my makeup and hair, and all afternoon I’d been primped, tugged, pulled, and pushed.I’m surprised I was able to feel my body at all.Even my toenails had been played with, painted with a manicure so I could wear the strappy heels.I looked the part for whatever role Draven wanted me to play.
I was nervous in the car as his men drove us to this party, and we arrived at a long, well-lit driveway going toward a mansion.
“Whose party is this?”
Draven shrugged.
I didn’t know if he wanted me to know, or if it didn’t matter at all.
I saw lots of butler-type men, holding open doors.This felt a little overwhelming, and I didn’t know what to do.Draven opened his door and held his hand out toward me.It was his hand, his presence I trusted more than anything.
Once out of the safety of the car, there really was no going back.I was stuck here on Draven’s arm.He pulled me in close, wrapping an arm around my waist and laying it on my hip.He leaned in close, pressing a kiss to my temple.“You’re stunning.”
This made me smile.“Thank you.”
“And it’s my party.”
This surprised me.“What?”
“Yes, this is my party, but no one is aware of whose party it is,” Draven said.
I had no idea what was going on.“Is this your home?”
“I’ve rented it out for a few nights.”He pulled me in close.
Something was going on tonight, and I honestly didn’t know what.I felt nervous.Draven had chosen my whole outfit.I wasn’t going to lie, I did feel pretty.From the dress to the makeup, I felt stunning.I loved it.
But now I was even more nervous, because he must have done this for a reason.I felt a little sick and tried not to dwell too much on what it could all mean.
