Lexi blinked, her lips parting slightly, but Julian was already walking away—his back straight.
She stood there frozen for a second, the weight of his words landing like a stone in her chest. She looked around, hoping no one had noticed their exchange—especially not Emma or Ethan.
But no one seemed to be watching.
Still, Lexi’s heart beat faster as she turned and casually made her way across the room, weaving between servers with trays of flutes and guests in glittering gowns.
Exactly five minutes later, she slipped down the hallway that led to the private restrooms reserved for VIPs and donors. Her heels clicked on the marble, echoing with each step.
She hesitated for only a second before pushing open the heavy door to the men’s room.
Julian was already there.
He was leaning agains
