“I don’t know if this is a good idea.” I glanced toward Vicky, unsure.
Another dinner… Why did they keep forcing me to be in their presence? The last time I went to dinner, it was a disaster.
She smiled, gripping my hand with hers. “It’s going to be fine. Stop worrying so much.”
“You said that last time,” I replied. “I have a bad feeling about this.”
Vicky had outdone herself again while dressing me. My long hair had been curled and pinned up in a partial updo. My makeup was done to perfection, with small bits of blush highlighting my cheeks and giving me a more innocent look.
Even the long formal gown she picked was beautiful. Its deep blue color was a contrast to Ethan’s light colored eyes. Those same eyes that I fixed in my mind’s eye every night before I went to sleep. A part of me felt safe and protected with him around.
But tonight something felt off. Something about this dinner didn’t feel safe, and I wasn’t sure what it was… but I knew I was going to find out.
