(Marcus)
I poured myself another glass of wine and sat back on the couch. Victoria leaned against me, the glow of the city spilling into the room as she rested her hand on my thigh. The day had been perfect, the kind that made you feel untouchable. Not because the sun was shining, but because we had left a mark. Sophie and James were scrambling, the world sliding out beneath their feet, and it felt good.
Victoria raised her glass, brushing her lips against mine before pulling back with a smile. “I have to admit, Marcus. I didn’t think Bryce could get this done. The photos were perfect.”
I kissed her slowly, letting the wine linger between us. Bryce had been the key, delivering exactly what we needed. Sophie at the gala, stepping into Alexander’s building, every image clean and convincin
