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OLIVIA'S POV

“Kellan, I don't think I'm going to be able to pull this off," I muttered as we stepped into the grand ballroom. If the high chandeliers and the walls trimmed in gold could spin my head right there and then, adding all of the people dressed to impress was like-whoa.

He turned to me now, his lips quivering with a slight smile. "You'll be just fine, Olivia. Just stick with me, right?”

I nodded, my heart fluttering in my chest. It just wasn't my world-expensive opulence, sparkling gowns, premeditated smiles-nothing seemed real to me. I just didn't belong.

As we continued more into the room, there were a number of heads that turned our way. I could feel their gaze upon me; interested, possible condemnation. I was digging my fingers deeper into Kellan's arm, thankful he didn't notice how hot and sweaty my hand had already gotten.