Chapter 11.

Allison’s POV.

I should have gone downstairs 5 minutes ago but I am very nervous.

I was startled when I heard a knock at the door.

I opened the door to find Damian.

This man, this dangerously looking man in black tie, with hair the color of her prized bookshelf and eyes so blue they burned, was the one I rejected?

He was too big,too male, and those eyes were far too bold.

I was lost in those eyes when he coughed to bring me out of my thoughts.

“Are you ready?” He asked looking at me.

“Well.” I deliberately stepped out and closed the door behind me. “Shall we go?”

“Sure.” He responded coolly and offered me his arm.

I took his arm and we walked down the stairs together in silence.

When we got outside, I took one look at the ancient and tiny sports car at the curb and wondered how I was supposed to fold myself into it wearing this gown.

I felt like I was locked inside a mechanical shoebox with a giant. The drive went on with neither of us saying anything. He made a turn to where I sup