Ninety Eight

May’s POV

I was nervous, but I just couldn’t back out now.

Behind me was Enrique and he whispered to me right before I walked onto the stage. “You’re beautiful, moi cherie. You’ve got this.” And with that, there was a found new courage within me, enough for me to walk onto the stage without tripping and as confidently as possible.

But, the confidence was short-lived when I saw the people out here, sitting behind the tables with the bid paddles in hand, both men and women. Oh yeah, that was right. I had been told that some men too would be auctioned off to dinner with the women as well.

I swallowed hard, my gaze moving slowly over the people seated, trying to find a face to focus on, a face that would give me the strength I needed through this.

Maybe if Emily had followed me, she would be that face I chose and won’t have to worry or bother about it. I wondered what I would do without that woman, sometimes.

She had been my rock through so many things and I just wished that I would also