"I don't trust this," Damien said for the third time that evening.
They were in his room, getting ready for dinner. Or rather, Aria was trying to get ready while Damien paced the bedroom like a caged predator.
"You've made that clear," Aria said patiently, fastening her earrings. "But we already accepted the invitation. Declining now would look worse than going."
"I don't care how it looks. This is a trap."
"Probably. But what kind of trap can they really spring at a dinner party? Victoria apologizes publicly for her behavior at Bergdorf's, we act gracious and mature, we eat overpriced food, and we leave. It's a few hours of mild discomfort at worst."
Damien stopped pacing to look at her. "You're not taking this seriously enough."
