CHAPTER 17 THE PERFECT WOMAN

SABRINA'S POV Even though the travel to the gala was only a short one, it seemed to take hours. Seated next to Jared in the back of the opulent vehicle, I attempted to calm my anxiety. I had my fists clenched in my lap, my fingers curving around one another as though I could squeeze out the knot of nervousness in my abdomen. I was in disbelief that I would be attending a gala of all things, with Jared of all people. From the corner of my eye, I cast a quick peek at him. His stance was casual and his face was composed, giving the impression that this was simply another day in his life. It was, of course. After all, this was his universe. Here, in this world of wealth and power, was where he belonged. On the other side, I had the feeling that I was a fraud and that someone would soon expose me and accuse me of being unfit. The car came to a stop in front of a stately structure, its lights glistening on every surface and laughter and music already leaking out of its interior. Looking