GINA’S POV
Grayson guided me by the waist, but my legs felt heavier with each step we took back to the table. Not because I was tired—oh no, I was anything but tired. I was burning. Burning from the inside out.
From Klaus’s eyes that threatened to rip me apart. From the weight of all the things we’d left unsaid. From the ache of pretending I didn’t care when I cared too damn much.
I sat beside Grayson and let him pull my chair out like the perfect gentleman he wanted the world to see. I smiled at him, nodded politely as he ordered wine, and listened as he toasted to our "new beginning" in front of the guests still hovering nearby.
Cheers.
My fingers curled around the stem of the glass, but I didn’t drink. I just stared into the crimson liquid like it held answers to the questions scre
