⚜️ In the end, its him and I..⚜️
Alestia
Nerve-wracking.
It was nerve-wracking walking into the luxurious hall, lit up by warm lights.
The hotel despite not being popular, was extraordinarily lavish.
Maybe it was personally designed by Romanov.
Levi's hand rest on my waist as a staff gestures us towards a large mahogany door.
A stoic guard stood unmoving beside the door, armed with a single rifle that hung from his shoulder.
"Your invitation please."
He demanded in an unfeeling voice. This however helped as a reality check.
We were in enemy terrain.
Levi casually takes out the envelope from his inner suit pocket and hands it over.
He was a great actor.
He seemed far from nervous instead he played the seemingly bored, hedonistic young heir well.
To well.
I, on the hand clutched the black purse too hard every now and than regardless of my impassive face.
The guard checks the envelope up and down, scrutinizing every word before opening the door.
"This way Mr Corentein."
I release a mental sigh of relief, before straightening myself before walking forward.
The door opens, leading to a mass of posh men and women all wearing pretty smiles.
What was surprising was they had no check for weapons whatsoever. Not so much a metal detector was in sight.
Not that we had brought a gun.
We weren't foolish.
Well not that foolish anyways.
We parade down the stairs into the dance floor, like the British Royal family.
Atleast that's what it felt like wearing a gown stepping into an unnecessarily large ballroom with high-class people prancing around chattering away happily.
Think they'll be like "you peasant!" if they know you're real identity?
A snickering voice rang in my head.
Just when I thought the deluded subconscious was gone.
She wasn't wrong though. With the way majority of the crowd glanced disdainfully at the waiter, I wouldn't be surprised if they did.
Taking a glass of wine for himself, Levi drags me along to one inconspicuous corner wanting to remain as unnoticeable as possible.
I pouted at him.
"No Rose, you haven't so much as touched wine in your life, I'm not letting you drink."
Ok dad.
Apparently my thoughts still leak out.
He leaned down to my ears.
"It's Daddy."
He smirked cockily wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Sadly whatever he was hinting at flew over my head.
I stare at him with utter confusion.
He wanted to be called daddy.
Is he that desperate to be a dad?
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