Damaged (Boys of Winter #2) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,141
person I’ve ever met. The fact that he’s also a badass, alpha, overprotective killer with a devilish smile is just the cherry on top.
We reach the doors and Carver pauses for just a second. “Are you ready for this?” he asks. “Everyone’s going to be looking at you, and they’re going to expect you to be as graceful as a fucking swan.”
“Well I hope they don’t disappoint easily because I’m about as graceful as a ham sandwich.”
Carver rolls his eyes and brings me to a stop in front of the massive doors. I hear the music pulsing from behind them and I swallow back the fear that threatens to rise in my throat. This is going to be great. The guys are all going to be there, looking all sorts of delicious, while Ember will be keeping me sane. I can do this. The attention will only be on me for a minute, and once all the bitchy ladies judge my dress, they’ll forget about me and get back to the party.
There’s no need to kill anyone’s father tonight.
Carver nods toward the two men in tuxedos waiting by the door, and for a brief second, I’m left wondering who these guys are and what their relationship to Dynasty is. If they were part of the organization, they’d be on the other side of the door enjoying the party, but they’re working and are clearly privy to the fact that we have an underground world. So who the hell are they? I thought Dynasty was supposed to be some big secret, but there are outsiders working the party. That doesn’t make sense.
Before I have a chance to question Carver about it, the two men step toward the handles and begin opening the massive doors.
We’re instantly flooded with loud music and conversation, and as the doors completely open, I suck in a breath as I find myself standing at the very top of a grand staircase, staring down into a sea of beauty.
The room is massive, so much bigger than the one beneath our homes. It’s been completely decorated with white drapes hanging from the high ceilings with fairy lights and designer bouquets. Everything leads back toward the massive chandelier that hangs in the very center of the room, directly above the dance floor.
Everything is laced with a soft gold trim, making the room look like it was plucked straight out of a fairytale. Tables are scattered around the left-hand side of the room, each of them perfectly set with marvelous centrepieces. The right-hand side is lined with tables of food, enough to feed the whole freaking country, but it’s the people who stand at the bottom of the stairs who really have my attention.
There must be at least two thousand people in this room, each of them dressed amazingly. The men look drool-worthy in their expensive suits with their Rolexes and sharp jawlines, while the women—holy shit. The women look as though they just stepped off a runway. The gowns that flood this room are incredible. There are big ball gowns of every color, and sexy mermaid style dresses that show off perfect figures. It’s almost like a competition between the women of who can come with the most extravagant gown.
Not a hair is out of place and every single female lip in the room is painted perfectly with a color that compliments her gown. It’s a sight I’ve never seen before, something I never thought I’d ever be lucky enough to be a part of. Hell, I didn’t even think my senior prom was going to be in my cards, but this out does any function Ravenwood Heights Academy would be able to put on a million times over.
Carver leads me toward the first step, and as he does, I grip his hand tighter, terrified that I’ll fall. He shoots his devastatingly handsome smirk my way, silently reminding me that I’ve got this, and everything settles inside me. Why am I being such a bitch about this?
I’m Elodie Ravenwood. This is what I was born to do.
I hold my head a little higher and as my heel hits the very top step leading down into the grand party below, every eye turns my way.
It’s like being a princess for a moment. You’re the center of attention and you know that nothing could ever beat this. Awed gasps and whispered encouragements filter through the room as the younger kids blatantly stare with slack jaws.