I look at him in confusion. "I am sorry, but I don't get you." It has to be some miracle that my voice comes out even when he looks slightly worried as he gazes at the dress I have on. Leaning closer to him, I ask in a low voice, "Is there anything wrong, Benji?"
A relief flashes in my eyes when Benjamin shakes his head in denial. "I know I have done nothing till now that will make you believe in me, but I still want to know that, my dear. Is there anyone in this hall present you could trust more than me?"
I smiled at him. "I wouldn't have come here and stayed in your place if I hadn't trusted you."
"Very well then," Benjamin looks relieved. Eyeing the people before us, he says, "I don't know how you will react after knowing this, but you may feel threatened by the guests I brought int
