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The limousine rolled to a smooth stop. Silence lingered for only a heartbeat. Beyond the tinted windows, muffled voices swelled into an indistinct roar, growing louder and louder with each passing second.
Until the first camera flash bloomed against the glass.
Then another.
Then dozens more.
I drew a slow breath.
The scent of fresh linen and new car lingered in the air around me. It didn't take long to smell the warm yet crisp apple smell emanating from my gown. It reminded me of an orchard holding onto the last warmth of an autumn afternoon, sweet without being overpowering. Truly the scent of luxury. I found myself zoning out, focusing on the complex smells of my environment.
Ugh anything to keep my mind off what waited outside.
"KLAVIER!"
"OVER HERE!"
"LOOK THIS WAY!"
I let out a sigh, letting my head fall back onto the headrest.
"...You said this was a small event, you lied."
Across from me, Klavier gave a small snicker.
"It is, trust me."
Just then the chauffeur opened the door. The noise rushed in all at once. Klavier stepped out first.
White camera flashes exploded across the entrance as Klavier's polished shoes met the pavement. Her pinstriped suit caught the light, revealing a shade of purple so deep it nearly passed for black. Beneath the jacket lay a silver top shimmering with each flash, all the while a simple necklace resting against her collarbone glinted just enough to draw the eye without demanding it.
She looked as though she'd walked into exactly the kind of evening she belonged in.
Then she turned back toward me.
For just a moment, the crowd seemed impossibly far away. I…I felt flustered.
She offered me her hand.
And I reluctantly took it, how else could I make it in these damn shoes.
My maroon gown caught the light in a quiet shimmer as I stepped onto the pavement, the fabric falling in smooth, elegant lines around me. I had to admit, it fit me perfectly. A matching scarf rested around my neck, stirring gently in the breeze before settling back against my shoulders.
Before I had the chance to remember how to breathe, Klavier's hand found the small of my back. Surprisingly I didn't mind too much, I was more worried about all of these people having pictures of me.
Speaking of the photographers, it didn't take long for them to notice immediately.
"Who's she?"
"Klavier! This way!"
"One more!"
The lights were so bright I was half convinced I'd be seeing spots for the next week. Although it only lasted for not even Five minutes it felt like an eternity.
Great, if the prequel to tonight is like this then I am thoroughly screwed.
Klavier Gavin.
How in the hell did I agree to this.