The rest of the evening eased into a comfortable play out.
After a few more events, the charity auction finally came to an end.
Chatters, laughs and the constant sound of camera shuttering filled the air as guests exited the metropolitan art museum.
At the back of a Bentley, George sat, dark gaze trained on the entrance of the metropolitan art museum—waiting and watching.
It had been more than ten minutes since he'd slid into the car, yet, he hadn't said anything.
Beside him, Camille sat with her spin straight—too straight for a normal occasion.
But tonight was anything but normal. Not only had Mirena shown up and upstaged her, the reputation she'd only just started building, had taken a hit.
And now, George was acting awfully unlike himself.
Gritting her teeth, C
