Hannah’s pov
Damon picks me up from Bridget’s house, and I do my best to keep them separated, knowing that Bridget will question him if the two ever cross paths. She doesn’t believe that he’s my boss, that it’s a work thing.
He stares at me as much as he can as he speeds through the streets, and I can feel my body reacting to his gaze. We finally reach the ball, and like a gentleman, he opens the door for me. The Valet takes the car, and we head inside.
The outside doesn’t look that impressive, but once we walk in, I quickly bite my tongue: high ceilings, huge paintings, and marbled floors. The grand staircase on both sides of the foyer does nothing to dim the massive double doors between them.
Damon leads us to the doors, and two works open on each side. Classical music greets us as well as another set of stairs leading down. I have no words to describe the beauty, so I allow him to drag me along.
