"Avie, your future hubby is here!" Silas hollers from downstairs.
"In a Rolls Royce," Luciano adds.
"In a Rolls Royce!" Silas echoes.
I tuck sheets of my straightened hair behind both earlobes. My eyes dart over my rose-gold dress, form-fitting with sequins and matching chains that lap over my bare shoulders and arms. I hurry out of my room, grabbing my clutch bag on the way out. When I'm close to the last step, Silas appears to offer his hand out with a theatrical flourish.
"Lady Avara," he says in a royal accent.
I snort and take his hand as I hobble to ground level, trying not to slip in these toothpick-thin heels. I thank him quickly, and his response is a gallant bow. Luciano waits by the door, ready to walk me out as Silas tails me from behind.
"Where's my real bodyguard? Where's Michael?"
