Jasmine's POV
The cameras flashed so fast they looked like lightning. Ares's hand brushed mine as the black car rolled to a stop before the crimson carpet. The hum of reporters, the glitter of diamonds, the soft smell of perfume and champagne… everything about the gala screamed wealth and danger.
I drew a deep breath, trying to still the flutter in my chest. "Are you sure about this?" I whispered, eyes scanning the sea of photographers.
Ares gave a small smirk. "Too late to turn back now."
The car door opened. The instant Ares stepped out, the crowd erupted in a wave of shouts… his name carried over the music and camera clicks.
He turned back, extended a hand toward me. "Are you ready, my dear partner?"
"Not really." I muttered, but I took his hand anyway.
