Cora POV

I sprint around the minor in front of me, dressed up in the most expensive dress I haven't worn before in my life. The long gown swept the floor. I sighed heavily at the heavy makeup plastered on my oval face, and I rolled my eyes in frustration. I just hate this.

It's just a dinner night; why are they treating me as if today is my wedding with Mr Gonzalo? I eyed angrily at the minor when I remembered the fact that he had been kidnapped and tortured just for a dinner night or whatever he called it.

"He's waiting for you outside, ma'am," Rave announced. My...