"M'lady?"
Damien held out his hand with a smile tugging at his lips. He had on a tailored charcoal-gray suit. His hair was styled in a mop-top cut—straight, sleek, and neatly brushed across his forehead.
His bangs half-covered his piercing blue eyes that twinkled as he watched me closely. He blinked, his arm still stretched out.
"Good sir," I said, taking his hand.
He twirled me. "You look dashing tonight."
I smiled. "I have to."
"Hmm," he sighed.
We stared at our reflection in the mirror as he gently rocked me back and forth.
"What's on your mind?" he asked.
Gabriella.
I'd hardly seen her since I threatened her a few hours ago. I knew she was coming to dinner and soon enough, I was going to sit across from her.
"I still can't believe I threatened her," I said.
Even though I'd meant every word, I was still new to this. Threatening to expose her pregnancy to thwart her father's plan of a second term was abhorrent, but she'd left me with no choice.
