Davina's POV
I fought to maintain my composure, spine straight despite my thundering heartbeat.
Damn, I'm already second-guessing this decision. Was showing up here even smart? Everyone's bound to figure out what's happening between Irvin and me.
The crimson walkway unfolded before me like a scene straight out of Hollywood. Blazing camera flashes pierced the twilight like electric bolts, while sophisticated chatter, expensive fragrances, and hushed rumors filled the atmosphere. My grip on Irvin's hand grew firmer.
I forced a smile, though my gaze flickered anxiously around the scene.
Everything appeared massive, flawless, so... surreal.
Irvin glanced down, catching the subtle quiver in my fingers. "You holding up okay?" he murmured, dipping closer to my ear above the buzz of voices and snapping cameras.
I bobbed my head rapidly, my grin stretching wider though it hadn't quite touched my eyes. "This is just..." I hesitated, drinking in the spectacle.
