ELYSIA. The drive to the event venue was soaked in deafening silence and the low purr of the engine. I fumbled with my nails, resisting the urge to bite my lips. Guilt ate me as fast as a bunny ate a carrot but I didn't even know how to start speaking to him, what to say, or even how to say it. And before I knew it, he had already stopped the car. I blinked out of my trance, staring at the serene mansion in front of me. Built in a typical old-money style, that oozed elegance and charisma, yet still had the charm of trendiness. Zane played the perfect gentleman, stretching his hand to me after opening the car door. If I weren't so quiet and more absorbed in wanting to apologize about the way I had spoken to him last night, I would've dropped a quote of sarcasm. "Thank you," I muttered, he hummed in response, shutting the door and locking it. I just realized, with the way I was dressed, I wasn't going as a mere employee. I looked more like a plus-one to a ball. I didn't say this
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