(Damian)
The night of the gala came fast.
Alina stepped out of the car, stunning in a short red dress that Nina had helped her choose. I didn’t miss the way the men stared at her. I stayed close just to show them who she belonged to so that they wouldn't think about approaching her.
“You good?” I asked, leaning down.
She nodded. “Yeah. Let’s get this over with.”
We entered the ballroom. My parents were already there, standing near the Mayor.
“Damian,” Mom said with a polite smile. “Alina. You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Alina replied calmly, with no hesitation in her voice.
Dad gave a short nod. “You’re late.”
“I’m here. That’s what matters,” I said.
Alina stepped forward slightly. “Nice to see you both again.”
“Likewise,” Mom said. “Try not to disappear tonight.”
Before I co
