“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” Adrian leads me through the ballroom without so much as a glance toward the party that’s already in full swing. He’s too busy looking at me. “At least three times,” I respond as if I’m not basking in his attention like a cat in the sun. Because, while my stomach may be a knotted mess, I have zero complaints that Adrian hasn’t been able to take his eyes off me since I descended the West Wing stairs and he hooked an arm through mine.
I love them, Your Honor
