“Where are we going again?” I asked Devin as we were heading out of the penthouse.
He was holding my hand as we went inside the elevator. He just smiled at me. “To our stylist, baby.”
My forehead creased. “Stylist?”
“Yeah. We’re going to get you styled for the gala tomorrow.”
I blinked multiple times. “Wait, gala?”
He nodded. “Yeah, we are going to a gala tomorrow, Louve.”
“What gala? And do we really need to go there?” I bit my lip as I pursed my lips and looked down. We were still holding each other’s hands while I was leaning on his shoulder.
“It’s a gala for our stockholders, baby.”
I bit my lip. “Okay…” I didn’t know what to say. I mean, I didn’t know why, but I was feeling uncomfortable thinking about that. Maybe it’s because I was just not a fan of parties and interaction
