I had a sinking feeling when Curt helped me out of the limo. "You should have told me we were going to a formal gathering," I whispered as we walked up the stairs. "What's going on?"

He smirked. "I told you to wear something nice," he said as he placed his hand on the small of my back as his eyes traveled down my body. "But don't worry. You look great."

When we walked in the main dining hall, people were dressed in formal attire. Women wore long dresses, and men were in ...