Rosemary's POV:
A not so long hallway is what separates us from this eagerly anticipated exhibition that Kamaria seems to be so excited about.
I watch my feet as I follow the line of guests along the red carpet that extends towards a notable door ahead of us.
"Anxious about something?" Mr Griffin draws my eyes up onto him.
"No," I slowly shake my head from left to right, "I was just thinking about something else," I add as I smile.
Am I anxious? Absolutely!
The last time I attended an event organized by these people, it ended in an imperfect disaster. I am not really looking forward to more of that happening.
As hard as it is for me to accept it, I only came because I apparently agreed to.
Although, I am not sure as to why being anxious and thinking about something else are mutually exclusive.
"It must be something really important if it got you looking like that, then" he says.
"Looking like what?" I ask.
