Chapter thirty five: Strip!

Arya’s POV

The ride to the event was awfully quiet as I dare not breathe, I had escaped a bullet earlier thanks to the attendant and I didn’t miss the opportunity to slip away. All the fuzz over that dress and it wasn’t my outfit for the night, instead Nicklaus made sure I wore what he selected and may I just say when my eyes landed on the tag I almost lost my marbles but then again it wasn’t a big deal for him.

It feels almost illegal to wear a gown costing seven million dollars but here I was completely embedded in it and just a second later the worrisome ride came to a halt but that only marked the beginning of my anxiety as my eyes travelled across the array of reporters and paparazzi waiting to take a shot at the walk in carpet. I bit my lips and clutched harder on my purse, how did I forget such a crucial aspect, what am I gonna do now? There’s no doubt it’ll be over the news if this gets out and as though the heavens were on my side I witnessed Nicklaus utter.

“We’ll use the