Davina's POV
As soon as I stepped into the limousine, I released a breath I didn't know I'd been holding.
The door sealed shut behind me, dampening the pulsing beat from the party. All evening, everything had felt turned up to eleven, but here in this cocoon, there was only quiet—and Irvin.
I sank back against the leather seat, fidgeting with my dress. The fabric that had seemed so sophisticated earlier now felt sticky and wrong against my skin, clinging where it shouldn't. Glancing over, I watched Irvin pour water from the limo's mini bar into two glasses.
"You can get changed now," he said, extending a glass toward me.
Something gentle flickered in his expression as he caught my discomfort. "I threw something comfortable in that bag. Thought you might want to ditch the battle gear."
I stared at him, stunned. I hadn't said a word about wanting to change. Yet somehow, he just knew.
A shy smile tugged at my lips as I nodded. "Thank you."
I reached for the black bag.
