Chapter 83

The cancer awareness charity was to be held in the evening of the same day, and Charles and his wife had been kind enough to shop for us all—both dresses and suits.

It was a black-tie event with a strict dress code, and anyone who didn’t abide by the rules would be kicked out by beefy security. Yes, it was that extreme.

The party was for the 1% of the 1%, only the big fish. Men who could afford everything that money could buy. It was even better that it was a masquerade party, and I was actually looking forward to this one because I could blend in well with the crowd.

The cancer awareness course was something I would like to give towards, and also, the rich knew how to party; there was always finger food passing around, and they had the best of drinks and cocktails.

I heard a knock on my door, and I stood up from my bed, puzzled. It couldn’t be Jeremy because he would have informed me before he came, nor was it Anna and Charles’s, as I was sure they were still getting dressed.

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