Your Star (Vox x reader)

10

After showing the invitation to the bodyguard at the entrance, I delicately lift my dress and step into the overwhelmingly tall tower. I made sure to dress according to the theme, wearing the nicest long, black dress I owned. Though I designed and made it myself, I have to admit, it's gorgeous. As I enter, my eyes wander around, observing my expensive whereabouts. I don't think I've ever been somewhere this fancy. Demons are out and about, conversing over glasses of pricey champagne. As I walk further into the main room, a familiar knot forms in my stomach, and I feel anxious all over again. Not only do I feel uncomfortable in the presence of all these rich sinners, but I'm uncomfortable with the thought of attending a party while an extermination is taking place.

"Y/n?" I hear a recognizable voice.

I turn around to find Velvette standing before me, wearing a beautiful black dress with pink embroidery— her hair neatly tied in a bun.

"Velvette, hi," I greet her, refraining an awkward demeanor, "it's nice seeing you."

She smiles but raises a brow. "Yeah, remind me how you got an invitation?"

I hesitate with my response, unsure whether I should admit that Vox had given me one. As if on cue, I hear his voice. "I gave it to her. Sort of as a small thank you for agreeing to the interview."

Velvette scoffs, almost not believing his words. "How thoughtful of you." She remarks sarcastically. "I'm glad you're here, though, y/n. Would've given you the invite myself, but I forgot."

I nod, forcing a smile at her words. "Don't worry about it."

She smiles as well. "Anyways, I'll leave you to it. Vox, go make sure Valentino isn't doing anything he shouldn't be."

Before she gets a reply, Velvette's heels are heard clicking against the floor as she walks away. I'm about to go somewhere else as well before Vox's voice stops me. "You look good."

My eyes widen upon noticing his eyes lingering on my dress. "Thank you. So do you," I return the compliment, subtly observing the nicer suit he has on tonight.

He grins, his gaze meeting mine. "Did you design this lovely dress?"

"I did." I pause before continuing, feeling honestly flattered by his words. "It was a while ago, but I've never worn it, so I thought this was a good opportunity."

"Well, you were certainly right about that," he comments.

His pleasant attitude throws me off— it completely differs from yesterday's. Regardless, seeing as he's making an effort, I might as well go along with it. "I assume the interview didn't have much success."

"Quite the opposite, surprisingly." 

My brows raise at his response. "Really?"

He nods. "Clearly, you interest people." A grin makes its way to his face. "I might have to interview you more often, it seems."

I laugh at his words. "Yeah, right."

A thought seems to have come across his mind, though he doesn't speak for another few seconds. "I should go check on Valentino now. God knows who he's trying to seduce."

His words cause me to laugh some more, and I nod. "That's probably a good idea."

"We'll talk later. Enjoy yourself," he adds before turning to leave.

I notice my heart rate to be slightly quicker than normal, though it soon decreases to its regular pace. It's an odd feeling, the one I have currently, but I brush it off as I pick up a glass of champagne from the table. If I'm going to stay here for the next few hours, I'm going to need some alcohol in my system.