Landon hurried over to me and asked, "Are you alright, Miss?"
His gaze lingered on my wrist for a beat. A faint red ring marked the skin there.
I tucked my wrist out of sight into the sleeve of my dress and replied, "I am fine."
Then I asked, "Did you find out how Silas got in here?"
Landon answered, "Clara's invitation was originally addressed to a mid-sized fabric supplier. Silas bought that company out last year, so the invitation ended up in his hands by sheer chance."
He paused and added, "I have already increased security all across the venue. He will not get anywhere near you again."
I nodded, turning my attention back to the exhibition booth. A good-sized crowd had already clustered in front of the booth by this point.
The black wedding dress my grandmother had designed glow
