Chapter 177: That's What I was Afraid of

"I'm not sure this is a good idea."

The limo hits a bump and Grant's champagne swirls around his glass. "Of course it is. Now that you've decided we're dating you'll be seeing a lot of these people. It's good to get to know them."

That's what I was afraid of.

It's surreal. I'm riding in a limo drinking champagne on the way to a ten-thousand-dollar-per-plate dinner. Honestly the whole thing is a bit disgusting. At first I refused when Grant told me how much each plate cost, but he talked me into it by promising he'd already paid. Plus the money is going to charity. But it still feels wrong... like I don't belong here. I haven't run the math, but I could eat for years on what he spent on one plate, charity or not.

There's also no guarantee I won't freak out in the middle of dinner and have a Britney Spears circa 2007 breakdown while calling out the rich people. I warned Grant of this possibility, but he said he'd take the risk.