Viona's POV
The soft night breeze brushed over my exposed back and shoulders, making me flinch as goosebumps rose along my skin. I tightened my grip on Rafael's arm as we climbed the red-carpeted steps of the hotel lobby. This was my first time wearing a nightdress this revealing, and my pulse thudded nervously beneath my skin.
A suited male attendant guided us after I handed over the invitation, escorting us to the VIP elevator. The auction was held in the VIP hall on the thirty-sixth floor. He smiled politely, bowed slightly after pressing the button, and the elevator doors slid shut.
I drew in a deep breath, puffed my cheeks, and let the air out slowly. Our reflections were sharp in the mirrored back of the elevator doors, and Rafael was studying me intently. I met his gaze, and he smiled.
"Are you nervous?" he asked.
