Rory’s POV
What am I even doing? I’m supposed to be keeping my distance, but here I am, in front of my mirror, smoothing down the fabric of my dress, trying to make myself look as nice as possible for him.
I turn back to my bed, snatching up the clutch laid out there and hitching the strap over my shoulder.
‘I can do this’ I mutter to myself firmly, ‘I’m there for the children, it’s a work thing really! I will take some amazing photos for the team’s website, mingle, and encourage the high flyers to open their wallets, I bet I’ll barely see him! He’ll be too busy shmoozing the high society to even remember I’m there . . ‘
I hate that my stomach clenches at the thought, I’ve gotten in too deep with this man, I need to get myself under control before I really get hurt.
I sigh, giving my
