Chapter 83

• SAMANTHA'S POV
• This has to be the most classic event I've ever attended. Everyone looks so posh, with luxurious dinnerware, statement heels, and chandeliers beaming golden rays on the attendees, laughter filling the air. I move steadily beside West, my mouth aching from plastering a fake smile on it all night.
• "You shouldn't have worn such high heels." West whispers against my ear with his hands resting on my lower waist.