"Wait, hold on," I pleaded, grabbing his hand with a look of utter despair. "We've known each other since we were kids. Round it up, and we're practically childhood sweethearts! How about you do me a favor and at least add some filters before you spread them around?"
Sebastian was stunned, and then his tone turned icy cold. "Nina, get up. Change your clothes, and come with me to the party."
"Yes, boss," I quickly agreed, bowing and scraping. I thought, "Being at someone's mercy is really the worst. You've got to be ready to kiss up at any moment. Maybe I should just start my own business.
"But what could I sell? Pasta is too much work, inflatable dolls might land me in jail, and I'm no good with cold dishes... Oh, I've got it! I'll get the chef at home to make some food and take it to the streets. After all, we've got a five-star chef, so the taste should be unbeatable."
"Why aren't you changing? You don't like it?" Sebastian's voice cut through my thoughts as he eyed me, waiting for a response.
I glanced at the outfit. It was a strapless mini dress with rhinestones embedded all over it. It must've cost a fortune. I briefly considered taking the rhinestones off and selling them.
Of course, that was just a thought. In the end, I put the dress on.
Not that I had much choice. I'd be scolded if I didn't. I could always sell it after I wear it.
Sebastian and I attended a party together. To be honest, the hors d'oeuvres and snacks were pretty good. Almost tempting enough to sneak them out and sell them.
But, of course, I didn't dare. The security guards would have caught me in no time.
I leaned back on the sofa with all the grace I could muster, sipping my wine. The taste wasn't bad. It was tempting enough to swipe it, but I decided against it. It would be too embarrassing.
A crowd gathered around Sebastian to toast him, and I used the opportunity to slip away and enjoy a rare moment of peace.
Just as I was about to stretch out and get comfortable, a pleasant voice suddenly spoke beside me. "Miss, which prestigious family are you from?"
"The Hemsworth family," I replied truthfully.
His eyes flickered at my words as if he were pondering something. Then, with an even softer tone, he asked, "May I have the honor to invite you for a dance?"
I steeled myself and turned him down. "How about another time? My husband's here today."