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glittering tower in the distance. “Stop worrying, tonight will be fun. I know you don’t trust Natalia or Marc, but they’ll throw us a great party. It’ll only reflect poorly on them if they don’t.”
    Damon brings us to a smooth stop in front of the golden lobby doors. As he exits the car, he flips a spare key to the valet. The man gulps, intimidated either by the prince or the insanely expensive machine he’s about to handle.
    The prince walks around to my door, offering his arm to help me out.
    “There’s no need to worry,” he tells the valet. “All our cars are insured. That doesn’t mean that my father enjoys the paperwork, though.”
    Bowing, the valet climbs into the car. The engine purrs as he inches toward the garage.
    A doorman holds a gleaming door open for us as we step into the lobby. The interior is unimaginably swanky. The entire front of the building is glass, allowing the sinking sun to saturate the space with orange light. The atrium extends to the glassed roof fifty stories above us. Interior balconies ring the walls in crescents, parting at the center for two great glass elevators.
    “Marc said that they’ve rented out the entire hotel for the evening,” Damon says.
    This could actually be fun. I’m glad I listened to Damon and let them throw us this party. Maybe tonight will go a long way toward healing old wounds between us. I’d love if Natalia and Marc would put their resentment behind them.
    The limo pulls up outside, and the passengers spill out. Marc and Natalia direct them into the lobby. Three other limos pull up, each full of passengers.
    “Do you know all of them?” I ask Damon.
    “A handful. Some are Marc’s friends, the rest must be Natalia’s. You don’t mind, do you?”
    I see Rashad pull Gabe from the depths of the limo.
    “Not really. They invited all my friends. If they were the only guests, it would be an awfully quiet party.”
    “That’s the spirit.” Damon puts a hand around my waist. “Besides, you’re the only one I need.”
    His words fill me with warmth, but I still can’t resist teasing him. “You’d better not let Nic hear you say that.”
    “I think he’d be all right.” He turns to watch Nic and Eris, waltzing outside without any music.
    Natalia stands on the front desk. “Attention, everyone!”
    The crowd quiets, gathering around.
    “We’ve rented rooms so that no one has to worry about getting home. You can collect a key to your room when—or should I say if—you get tired.”
    Marc jumps up next to her. “There’s no need for designated drivers tonight, so I expect everyone to drink to their full capacity. That’s the bride,” he points to me, “and that guy next to her who’s too proper to put his hand on her ass is the groom.”
    The crowd cheers, clapping for us. I wave, hoping my face isn’t turning too red.
    Natalia leans an arm on Marc’s shoulder. “That’s really all you need to know for this evening, but if anything comes up, please direct your questions to me or Marc.”
    “Let’s get this night started!” Marc raises his arms. Music begins to pump through the walls, so loud that the bass pounds in my chest.
    Dancing, Marc and Natalia lead us into a grand room. There’s a stage on one side, a bar on another. Almost immediately, a server hands me a drink. This isn’t so bad.
    A troupe of dancers takes the stage. Half of them are in masks, the other half in tutus. A song comes on that weaves mechanical beats among classical music. The masked dancers are robotic, their moves perfectly synchronized. The ballerinas leap and pirouette around them. The mechanical notes crescendo, and the ballerinas seem to lose their strength. They’re pulled into the orbit of the masked dancers, and their movements become more robotic. But then the classical music surges, and the ballerinas try to convert the masked dancers. Both seem to vie for dominance. In the end, all the dancers but two fall away, a couple able to dance in