Blanche's POV
I had every reason to be furious with Vincent for switching out my clothes, but I decided not to let it get under my skin.
Keeping my voice steady, I said, "If you've got business to handle, go ahead. Demetrius's with me—I'll be fine."
Vincent clearly wasn't buying it, and he didn't look like he was going anywhere.
"My job is to keep you safe," he said firmly.
His words caught me off guard—I honestly didn't know how to respond to that.
Demetrius must have picked up on my discomfort because he gave my shoulder a gentle pat and flashed an easy smile. "Come on, let's head inside."
I didn't waste any more words on Vincent—I just followed Demetrius and slipped into the lounge with him.
The moment I pushed open the door, I was stunned by how packed the place already was.
Looking around, I actually recognized quite a few faces—even though none of them had a clue who I was.
It was completely one-sided; I knew them, but they were clueless about me.
