The celebration buzzed with life, laughter echoing in every corner of the grand ballroom. Flashing lights, clinking glasses, and the hum of music masked the tension quietly creeping over Alex Kingston. He should have been enjoying himself, basking in the success of the event, but an uneasy feeling crawled beneath his skin.
He glanced around, no sign of Isabella.
His jaw clenched slightly. He tried to shake the feeling off, convincing himself she was probably freshening up or taking a break. But as the seconds ticked on, and he still didn’t see her, his gut twisted tighter.
He spotted a waiter passing by and flagged him down. “Have you seen my wife?”
The waiter blinked, then nodded. “Yes, sir. I saw her a few minutes ago down the hallway near the guest rooms.”
Alex didn’t wait for more
