CHAPTER 44: EMMA

I agreed to this, so why does my heart still beat like this?

Odette is my…friend, I guess. She has gone through some recent misfortune, but there's no guarantee that this could add to her catastrophe.

I look like a fancy French mademoiselle. I even have fur draped over my shoulders, my hair styled by one of the best, in a pixie kinda do, encrusted with real rubies.

Liam took my appearance tonight to the extreme, and, yes, I'm wearing red. There was no other color to choose from anyway. I was presented with five options, all red, and although what I had on wasn't my initial choice, the V-cut open-back dress suited me better, according to my stylist, Alberta Ferretti.

Yes, I was styled by Alberta, the Alberta Ferretti, a prominent face of European fashion. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd ever meet her, not even be styled by her.

"You look elegant," Liam complements the moment our limo arrives at the destination.

I give him a small smile, "Thank you."

It's too late to change p