I put on a black velvet dress with an open back. Very form-fitting yet classy. I curled my hair into elegant loose curls and put on some light makeup. Gotta look the part, right?

"Wow, you look amazing," Connor said and looked at me with an admiring gaze.

"Well, you look....ugly," I mumbled.

Connor laughed. "Do I really?" No. He looked goddamn delicious with his black suit. "Let's go, you little brat," he laughed again and took my arm.

We arrived at some fancy mansion. "Who owns this house? The president?" I asked.

"One of our my business partners. He was nice enough to host this party," Connor said.

Great,...