Verity’s POV

My hand rested in the crook of Caleb’s arm as we approached the grand doors of the ballroom. My heart was a wild thing in my chest, beating against my ribs like it wanted to flee before I could.

He turned to look at me just before we entered, his dark eyes softening for a moment. “You okay?” he asked quietly.

I nodded, even though my fingers trembled slightly against his sleeve. My throat was dry, but I managed a small smile. I didn’t trust my hands or my heartbeat, but ...