Sienna's POV
The gala wasn't like any ordinary ballroom party - everything shimmered with luxury. Red carpets, flashing cameras, celebrities, models, billionaires - everyone who was someone was here.
I stayed close to Nic. He looked powerful tonight - like a king in his perfectly tailored black suit, every inch of it hugging his sexy body to perfection.
I didn't look bad either. I upped my game: a backless glittery black mini dress, high heels, a tiny purse. From the way Nic stared at me earlier, I could tell I stood out - even if he didn't say it. Still... he felt distant. We didn't walk in hand-in-hand. To the world, I was just his assistant.
He mingled with business associates, all desperate for his attention. I slipped away and picked up a glass of champagne.
"Want one?" I asked,
