CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

JESSICA'S POV.

I walked into the hall hand in hand with Daniel, feeling both excited and nervous. Since I had never been to a high-profile event like this before, I was eager to make a good impression on Daniel's colleagues and clients and not make it too obvious I was feeling out of place. As we made our way to our table, I couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious in my(now that I thought of it) underdressed attire, but Daniel reassured me that I looked okay by squeezing my hand. It was like he could read my mind.

After greeting some standing guests, we sat down at our table, which was filled with classy looking business professionals. Daniel introduced me to everyone, and I tried my best to remember each name. We started with small talk, discussing the weather and the latest news in the industry. Then, the waitstaff arrived with our dinner which in my opinion looked inedible.

"What's up with your face?" Daniel's voice in my ear, made me jump in my seat. I looked around and saw t