The Grand Ballroom at the Waldorf was blindingly bright, filled with the soft clink of crystal glasses and the low hum of hundreds of wealthy guests talking. From the outside, it looked like a beautiful, perfect evening. But to me, it felt like walking directly into a trap.
Julian’s hand was warm against the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd. Even though he looked perfectly calm in his tailored black tuxedo, I could feel the tight tension in his muscles. He was constantly scanning the room, his dark eyes moving over every face, every waiter, and every security guard standing near the exits.
"Just remember to smile," Julian murmured, leaning down so only I could hear him. "The press is watching your every move. We show them we are completely in control."
"I am smiling," I wh
