Chapter30

#Chapter30

Camera flashes, paparazi goes wild as I came down from the car, my bodyguard and my driver giving a helping hand which I reward him with a smile. He blocks off the people rushing to me, shielding me off the numerous lights flashing on my face.

Luckily, it is a masked party. A private masked party of who is who in Italy attends.

Who are you wearing?

Smile for the camera.

Your dress is gorgeous. Is it Vera Wang?

Who are you miss?

But that is where their jurisdiction ends, right outside the door I entered to the ongoing party. Sashaying like a queen into the ball room lit with candlebra and an expensive decor I search the room for my brother and his date not failing to miss the eyes directed at me. Trust me, it wasn't hard to miss.