I had thought it extravagant that my grandparents owned a ballroom but when I see the crowd that had gathered, I backtrack on my conclusions.
Maids direct us to the other side of the ballroom, where the red carpet is set out and paparazzi are twinkling like stars on the other side of the ribbon.
"Why can we follow the back door?" I frown in unhappiness, Yanis looks upset as well.
"It's protocol." He says formally.
I flash him a look, mentally preparing myself for when we would have to walk on the carpet. "Who died and made you the adult?"
"You're just a couple weeks older than me, minou, that doesn't mean anything."
"It's a full month." I deadpan.
"Three weeks and three days." He fires back.
I just give him a blank look and his pale gold eyes darkens. "What are you thinking?" I ask, narrowing my eyes suspiciously.
"Nothing illegal, Mr Kitty." He drawls patronizingly, pulling me closer to him and stepping on the red carpet.
