Book III - 11

JULIA

Guests in suits and fancy dresses had already filled the posh interior of Prime Hall. Everything was glistening before my eyes, including flashes from the camera snaps. In each corner, people bragged about their wealth—which made the grand event absurd, since it was supposed to be a charity event. I suddenly felt overwhelmed. I clearly didn’t belong in his world.

“We are half an hour late. Didn’t you realize that?” said Adam, offering his arm as we walked the red carpet. I held his arm, squeezing his bicep a little.

“Then why didn’t you come here straight away? And I didn’t ask you to wait.”

Damn, look at him. He’s so fine-looking himself. It wasn’t every day I saw Adam in a black tuxedo, and it suits him immaculately. He looked devilishly gorgeous.

“I’m sorry.” I held my breath. He smelled so good I almost wanted to faint.

He frowned. “Are you all right?”

“Why?”

“You’re sweating.”

I cleared my throat. “It’s just... It doesn’t feel right,” I whispered. “This party, I mean.”

“Why