An hour later and this nightmare has made itself a reality.
A silky, knee-length dress hugs my body, making my discomfort levels skyrocket. The color of it is a light emerald, making the green of my earrings stand out.
I stand on the doorstep of some looming, castle-like building on the top tier of the city. Beside me, Riot bangs the metal knocked on the door. He's also stuffed himself into formal clothes, and good lord, if that suit wasn't made for him.
It looks absolutely ravishing, but it doesn't seem like the Riot I know. I keep having to take second looks at him just to make sure. Something about a suit and tie just contradicts his roguish appearance.
A servant appears at the door and leads us down a dark, stony hallway. I stick close to Riot, unsure of what to expect.
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