Page 65 of Filthy Elites

I turn to him. “Can you give us some privacy, please?”

“I’ll wait outside, but you’d better buy that dress.”

I shake my head as I watch him leave.

“What did you want to tell me that my brother couldn’t hear?” Sage asks.

“I’ll buy the dress and go to the party under one condition.”

“Okay?”

“We have to find out where Eric goes to school and come up with a plan for you to properly meet him.”

Her mouth becomes a perfect O. “You’re insane.”

“I’m not. I saw the way you checked him out.”

“I didn’t!”

“Come on, Sage. What’s the harm? He’s cute, and you can’t go wrong with a guy who respects his grandfather.”

She furrows her brows and pouts. “Is that the only way you’ll agree to come to the party with us?”

“Yep,” I say, trying my best to contain my satisfied grin.

“All right.”

I punch the air with my fist. “Yes!”

I’m so excited that I don’t have time to worry that I’ll be venturing into the viper’s nest again.

ChapterTwenty-Seven

Nicola/Isabelle

I learnedmy lesson from the last time I came to Victoria Petrov’s house. So instead of catching a ride with Luke and Sage, I drove my own car. Naturally, Sage was suspicious, so she made her brother drive all the way to campus so I would follow them.

Once I give my car keys to the valet, I find the duo waiting by the front steps. Sage looks even more beautiful tonight with her dark hair French braided in the front, and the rest cascading loose in soft curls. Luke in a tux is quite the sight. He looks like a rogue spy who’s about to wreak havoc at any moment.

“You clean up nice.” He gives me an appreciative smile.

“Uh, thanks?”

I run my hands over the embroidery on the flowy skirt. The dress is mostly see-through aside from the strategically placed flowers embroidered throughout the piece. Even the corset is sheer. The skirt is lined, but the lining stops above the knee.

“I could have met you here, you didn’t need to escort me,” I continue.

“And risk you not coming at all?” Sage raises an eyebrow.

“There’s also the issue that you’re technically not on the guest list,” Luke chimes in. “So we have to sneak you in.”

I grimace. I haven’t thought about that. “Great.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be a piece of cake.” He beams wickedly.

Now that I’m here, I don’t want to suffer the humiliation of being denied entrance. So I raise my chin and portray the attitude that I belong. There’s a couple of security personnel checking names at the entrance—let’s hope I can convince them.

“Luke, Sage, and Claire Halle,” Luke tells the guy.

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