Cecilia's pov
I glanced at my watch while we walked downstairs. Right on six.
Tang was waiting by the car again, ready to chauffeur us to the gala. A smart move, considering we'd likely be drinking tonight.
The moment I slid into the backseat, Tang's eyes caught mine in the rearview mirror, his smile warm, a little too knowing.
"That green dress is a knockout, Cecilia," he said, like a bartender complimenting a regular.
"You've got a good eye, Tang," I said, flashing him a grin.
The words had barely left my mouth when I remembered something that made my smile falter.
Sebastian was sitting beside me, silent, his attention glued to his tablet.
But the second Tang mentioned my dress, his eyes lifted.
He didn't say anything, but I felt his gaze settle on me for a beat too long before
