"Nicholas wants you to wear them, Apphia," 

I've never worn anything this expensive. I glance at the earrings again, and nod to Lily. 

Nicholas’ pov 

I'm waiting for my mate at the piano in the foyer, standing against the window with a glass of champagne. Grover Washington sings just the two of us through the speakers. The door opens, and I turn, ready to see my mate, but I frown as my parents enter instead, prepared for the party. 

"Don't make it too obvious it's not us you want to see," chuckles my father. 

"Who's this handsome man before me? Leon, do you recognize him?" Mom jests. 

"Mom, as always,...