"He looked at me expecting the desperate, forgiving girl he had left behind. He found a billionaire who didn't even remember his name."
The grand ballroom of the Plaza Hotel parted for me like the Red Sea.
My carbon fiber knee brace was completely hidden beneath the sweep of my midnight-black gown, but my posture required no assistance. For two years, I had walked with my head down, shoulders hunched, trying to make myself as small and invisible as possible. Now, I walked with the lethal, fluid grace of a woman who owned the building, the event, and the careers of everyone in the room.
I felt the heat of a hundred camera flashes against my back as Damon and I moved off the red carpet and into the main event space.
"You're shaking," Damon murmured, leaning his head down slightly so his
