There was conversation and laughter, serious circles of discussion and casual ones, men in expensive suits and a stunning array of women in amazing dresses—some of whom really shouldn’t be, but some of whom absolutely deserved to wear such attire.
He’d seen Sienna checking her dress in the occasional mirror as he’d escorted her to the Residence. She didn’t have a single thing to worry about.
And still both of them remained riveted under the stairway landing’s arch.
“Sienna?”
She looked up at him wide eyed, her chest still moving a little too fast.
“Don’t hyperventilate on me.”
“Why?” She actually gasped a bit. “You think fainting would be bad form at my first White House party?”
“Screw that. You faint and I’m stuck here with these people by myself.”
“What? You wouldn’t just sweep m
