He shoots a passing glance at me before saying to my father, "She's just as pretty as you said, Jameson."
My heart plummets at the coolness of his tone. When a man next to us catches my father's attention, and he turns away for a split second, Alec's gaze instantly heats, reminding me of his true feelings and that this is all an act. But why? I still can't figure out exactly what's going on, though I sense that something isn’t right.
I wish that I could move from my father's arm to Alec's. I wish I could walk with Alec, feel his touch, talk to him, just bask in his presence.
All too soon, Dad turns back around, excuses himself from Alec, and continues parading me around the room.
I chance a look over my shoulder at Alec to find his eyes pinned intently on me. They repeat what he whispered to me last night through my locked door.
I have a plan. I promise you that everything is going to be okay.
I force myself to turn away from him. I trust him. Whatever Alec has planned will make it so we can be together. He never explicitly said it, but his eyes do.
And that's what I trust.