32. Nothing Exhilarating...
Their eyes rested on each other's—Lucien and Dahlia— for just a fraction of a second.
In that breathless pause, everything unsaid pressed between them.
Then they stood.
Elegant. Composed. Untouchable.
Exactly the way two people with too much history were expected to look.
Sasha reached for the glass of champagne in front of her and downed it in a flash. She could feel it. The tension. The weight of everything between these two. Because she had been there.
Lucien and Dahlia stepped onto the small stage together, the chatter fading into hushed attention. Cameras flashing politely, capturing two people who had once shared history now standing as partners.
Lucien's lips curved into small, controlled smile. "Good evening everyone" he said, voice deep an
