Philip
9:30 PM, top-floor terrace of the W Hotel.
The originally elegant classical music had stopped, replaced by a suffocating awkwardness. The guests were gathered in twos and threes. Although they still held champagne in their hands, the gazes that fell upon them already carried a hint of probing and watching a joke.
Of course they did. I had booked the most expensive terrace in the whole city, put on the most deeply affectionate display, yet the female lead hadn't even shown up.
"Mr. Philip, maybe Chloe really did run into some emergency on the way..." Nora walked over, trying to break the deadlock with a considerate tone.
"Shut up." I lowered my voice, interrupting her fiercely.
My tie had been pulled loose, and my originally impeccably combed hair was now somewhat messy from sc
