Chapter 42

Cassie POV

I stood in front of the mirror and tugged at my cocktail dress, wishing it were just a little bit longer. Formal dinners had never been my thing - having to make smalltalk and pretend to like people who would willingly stab you in the back at the first opportunity.

But there I was, preparing in the same way I imagined warriors preparing for war.

“You ready?” I heard Vasilios ask from behind me, and I spun around in fright.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I scrunched up my nose as I looked Vasilios up and down. “Although I look like an escort girl next to you.”

Dressed in a navy suit, the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt left undone, and his shoes shiny enough to see your reflection in, he looked delectable. In contrast, my little black number seemed a bit too revealing and lacked the suave sense of class that he portrayed.

“You look fine, babe. Just keep your head held high and tell the critics that your bag with your formal attire was accidentally left at the airport,” Vas