Wow!
I'd been staring at the crowd as we walked into the event hall. It was full of well-off people—I could tell by their outfits and the way they walked so elegantly. Even the men moved like they owned the world. They all looked like gods and goddesses, like the ones in the magazines my dad had.
Killan and I walked hand in hand toward a group of men in business suits. He hadn't let go of my hand since we arrived.
“Gentlemen...” he greeted them with handshakes, and that was the moment he released my hand.
“Pleasure to see you here, Killan.”
“You too, Robert.”
“Oh, you have company. Where is Francesca?” another good-looking man asked.
Who’s Francesca? I wondered.
“She’s doing her own thing, Smith. Anyway, this is Arabella.”
“Hi.” That’s all I could say.
They smiled at me, but deep
