Viella pov
The moment we stepped out of the car, I adjusted my dress and straightened my back.
I didn't hold Dante's hand- not because I was being distant, but because, well... I didn't notice he even offered it. Its not like i expected him to do so.
Oops.
I only realized when we were halfway through the grand entrance and I caught a glimpse of his hand lowering stiffly back to his side. Oh.
Awkward.
But too late now. We walked side by side into the luxurious ballroom
And then I felt it.
The stares.
Like, actual, full-body laser glares from every corner. I could practically hear the whispers.
"Isn't that Lady Vielle?"
"Didn't she go crazy at the last dinner?"
"She still have the audacity to show up with lord Dante."
"Seems like she had a glow-up"
I wanted to yell, "It's called a glow-down, losers, I stopped using five layers of contour!"
But I stayed classy. Ish.
I didnt have to glare at them to shut up because Dante already did that for.
