ASTRID'S POV
I looked up at him, eyes full of wonder. He did have a very striking appearance. I couldn't simply ignore it. I placed my head back down as I realized it was a sign of disrespect to look at a higher power when they were speaking to you.
"You don't have to look away," he chuckled, and I nodded.
"You shouldn't be here all alone. Without telling, I could see the starting killer glances coming your way, and i automatically guessed you were the wife of the Ferguson brothers. I do see why they are hating you," he said, and I felt the self-hate sink into me until he spoke again.
His eyes glanced down my body from head to toe before he smiled at me, "I wouldn't lie. You are very beautiful, even more than the news paints you. If I were a woman, I would be jealous too, because
