(Grace’s POV)
Dorian hesitates, then sits on the opposite end of the couch from Sophie. Far from me.
Good. Distance is good.
"Alright." Sophie opens her binder. "So, this year’s gala is different from the usual. For one, it will be hosted by Avalon City’s Charity Association. It will be a gathering of the rich and wealthy... formal. Up class. Invitation only dinner party."
She pulls out what looks like a seating chart. "As Mrs. Cross, you'll be seated to Dorian's right, almost at the head of the table. His uncle James and aunt Megan will be there, along with his cousins—Max and Lizzie. They're nice enough, but the Stanleys and the Hartwells will either be seated to your left and right, or across from you.”
Sophie slides a paper across to me. I scan it, my stomach sinking with each lin
