*Olivia*

I was sweating slightly from the nerves by the time I made it back to the ballroom. I stayed out in the hallway for a moment to try and compose myself, taking out my little compact mirror to check my hair and makeup. Despite how beautiful Daemon claimed that I was in the new scarf he gave me, I looked a bit disheveled.

I quickly touched up my makeup and combed my hair before pushing through the stark white double doors. I winced when several heads ...