Braelyn's POV
I drew in a sharp breath before walking towards him with the best smile I could muster.
"I was expecting you to come more fashionably late." I chimed. He scoffed then slid his phone into his pocket. His eyes slowly scanned me.
"If I had come any later, by the time we got to the venue, the gala would already be over." He replied then pulled the passenger's seat for me.
I chuckled, "That's quite an outfit you have there. Don't tell me you plan on wearing that." I commented. His lips twitched, he pulled out his hand from his pocket then backed away from the car
"I know what is appropriate for the event. You don't have to school me." His voice carried a mocking tone. There was definitely something wrong with him tonight
Was it just my imagination? I wonder as I step into the car. Lucien slipped in through the other door. Then started the engine. He was quieter than his usual self.
