Chapter 8“You seem nervous,” Vsevolod says when Arkady checks his watch for the third time in as many minutes. He’s sitting with his father in the front lounge, waiting for the car service Cade had ordered to arrive.
“Maybe I am,” Arkady half admits, adjusting the sleeve of his suit jacket. When Cade had told him it was a black tie event, Arkady had been glad he already owned a few suits and had brought one with him to his parents’ house. It was his favorite, a modern, sleek black suit with a crisp white shirt.
“You’ve been to events like this before,” Vsevolod replies, which is true. He was invited to important things weekly when he was dancing, but this is the first event he has been too since his accident, since he started using his stick to help him walk.
“Cade’s parents will be the
