Chapter 92

In a spacious, elegantly decorated private dining room, I recognized several familiar faces. After all, I had seen them on TV on numerous occasions. My mind went blank again, but I remembered Tristan's instructions. With a nervous smile, I clung tightly to his arm. Everyone in the room turned to us. Their faces lit up with warm, welcoming smiles. "Oh, this is the first time I've seen Tris bring a date," someone teased. "Tris, come over here, let me take a good look at her." The man who spoke wore a handmade, well-tailored suit. Tristan led me over and said respectfully, "Hello, Mr. Bloom. I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Wynonna." "Wait, what? His girlfriend?" I thought, stunned. The dining room fell silent. Even the server paused, turning to look at Tristan in surprise. I felt stiff and awkward, unsure of what to do with myself. Was this meant to be the announcement? Did something go wrong? I must be dreaming. I must have misheard him. My neck stiffened as I slowly turne