Chapter eighty four: Eat or I die

Arya’s POV

The sound of my keys sang while bolting the door and yes, I know what you’re thinking and it’s not it. I’ve just not gotten the time to install the passcodes, that’s all. It’s not like I’m hoping Nicklaus would show up using his spare - I’m not that delusional.

Even a duck had to walk gracefully in this dress. The fabric had a way of accentuating my curves and compelling my frame to walk like a swan, not that I’m complaining to be honest. It’s one of those clothes you wear and feel powerful, like the star of the occasion type of feeling.

Anyways Lucious planted a kiss on my finger tips the moment I reached his parked Lamborghini. It all felt too awkward seeing as I kept recalling Nicklaus but I had to keep calm. I’d like to have a word with him before the party’s over, to clear things up.

“You look so beautiful and elegant, I’m afraid I’ve made a mistake tonight. What if Corosale wants you as a model? Would you terminate our contract for them?”

Lucious words were an ob