Just Friends

My Fairy Godmothers—and Fairy Godfathers—left a few minutes before eight. I tried to steady my breath while my heart hammered against my poor ribcage. I slowly walked down the stairs, hopelessly pretending to be composed as my legs wobbled in the pair of Louboutins. Surprisingly, the shoes didn't hurt my feet, which made me hope that I would survive this night without having a strong desire to walk barefoot.

The black Bentley was already waiting for me as I exited the building. Philip stood by the car wearing an impeccable suit uniform and a chauffeur's hat. He gave me a little bow as soon as he saw me. I nodded toward him, tightened the grip on my purse, and forced myself to breathe out the stress. I took a few cautious steps but instantly halted as the backseat door opened. Aiden got out of the car and smoothed his jacket. He wore a black suit, a white shirt, and a black tie, and he made it look like a few million dollars at least. He oozed power and authority and surely could have