Chapter 22

• AMY’S POV
• I walked into the function hall with my heart pounding. Glowing lights, and a scent of luxury perfume and champagne filled the air. The room was filled with New York's elites, and regardless of how much effort Valerie and her crew had put in dressing me up and making me fit in, I still felt like an imposter.
• I swallowed hard and stuck to Liam’s side, slightly holding on to his sleeve as we made our way through the guest. I didn't want to be clutching it, but he was the only one who prevented me from completely freaking out there. How on earth did I think I could handle such an exclusive party alone?