Chapter 9. First Meeting

I didn’t think I had ever been this nervous in my entire life.

I thought the most nervous I would ever get was when I waited for my admission letter, but standing here in front of the floor-length mirror in my walk-in closet as I examined my outfit for the millionth time, I could barely breathe.

I told myself I didn’t care and I would not bother to try hard at all, but when Mariam, one of the maids, had told me that Atticus was around and Duke had requested that I make myself present in an hour, my body told a different story altogether.

I hated that my body wasn’t working with me as I tried to calm my nerves. The sweat on my palms seemed to increase with every moment that passed, despite the cold room.

It was as if the air conditioner was no longer working or my body was rejecting the cold.

I knew I looked amazing, but I had no intention to try and seduce the man just because I wanted him to treat me fairly.

Atticus was not a stranger when it cam