Emily POV
"Chin up, look straight ahead, and always on my arm Emily" She lists in a whisper as if this were a recital, while I only manage to feel the bile rise in my esophagus.
I nod even though she is not seeing me and in slow motion, I watch as the doors are opened in front of me giving way to a colossal but splendid hall, carefully decorated with gold-plated details all around the room, with huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and filled with people in pompous dresses and timely costumes that were undoubtedly evocative of the Victorian era of the 18th century.
As soon as the doors are fully opened, all eyes of the guests are on us, with special attention on me as I could see the gaze of some women crossing me from nape to skirt analyzing even the smallest detail about me which without hesitation, made me feel more nervous.
"Move forward" Nathan orders in discretion, managing a surprising calmness while all the gazes of the closest guests were on us.
