I thought I looked amazing an hour ago, when Misha was breathing horny sweet nothings in my ear. But now, I’ve circled the event space half a dozen times and caught flaws in my table settings on every single pass. I don’t have any confidence left.
“Is there any way you could take over hosting duties for tonight?” I beg, only half-joking.
“Absolutely not. You’ve got this.”
Her confidence in me is reassuring and terrifying in equal measure. I try to let it strengthen me, but I can’t help but think it just gives me even further to fall.
I take comfort in the fact that the mansion looks beautiful. The staff has gone above and beyond to make sure this night will be a success. They all know what a big deal it is.
The dining room is teeming with people. I haven’t officially met any of them,
