33- THE WINE PARTY

BLAISE

Saturday arrived swiftly, each moment making my heart race with anticipation. The wine was prepared for the market, and elites from across the globe were converging for the launch. I had bolstered security measures, anticipating any threat from Drax or rogue bandits. Every precaution had been taken to ensure tonight proceeded flawlessly, and Sasha's assurance somehow instilled confidence in me.

I stepped into the room, bustling with beauticians, eager to assess their progress. This marked our first public appearance, and it was crucial that she exuded readiness, as much as I did. It should be flawless, devoid of even a hint of insincerity. Our interactions needed to be natural yet not overly affectionate, to avoid any impressions of a strained relationship. I had briefed her the previous night, doing my best to put her at ease since werewolves could easily discern emotions in others.

I also provided her with responses for those prying into our private lives, aski