Title: THE GALA.

Megan’s point of view.

My brows furrowed at the sight in front of me as I pushed the door open, there was Mr. Belmont, already waiting by his car when I stepped out.

The soft glow of the porch light illuminated his strong silhouette, and I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation in my chest.

Hold up… Why on earth am I being nervous? Aren’t I just attending this gala with him as his secretary? Then why am I worrying about what his impression of me would be?

I cleared my throat, trying to mask my nerves, but that seemed to have caught his attention....