The night had taken a turn, and all Jasmine wanted to do was to leave.
Tristan's hand was firm in hers as they made their way toward the back entrance of the gala, dodging curious stares and whispers from the lingering guests.
She didn't have to speak much for him to know that she wanted an out of the gala, the stares and judgment were to obvious and loud.
And he knew better than eat her be exposed to issues like this, he had made a progress with her that he was not ready to go back on, at least mot for someone or something as silly as the Kim family.
She exhaled in relief when the doors came into view, her steps quickened, but before they could step outside, a familiar voice cut through the crowd.
"Are you leaving already? So soon? Are you okay?"
Jasmine turned to see her sister, Ruby, hurrying towards them, her dark green gown swaying with each step. She looked slightly out of breath, and her expression was one of concern.
