The speech dragged on. Salzman’s voice filled the hall—eloquent, passionate, probably even brilliant—but I didn’t register a damn word.
My whole body was trembling.
I hated it. The heat in my chest, the tension in my jaw, the way my dress suddenly felt too tight, too revealing, like it was suffocating me in front of everyone.
Then my eyes met his.
Liam.
He was standing by the side now, half-listening to Salzman, arms crossed, eyes locked on me like I was the only thing in the room.
I looked away immediately.
The pressure was too much.
I stood up abruptly, chair scraping against the polished floor.
“Where are you off to, Scarlette?” Yvonne’s voice cut through. “Didn’t you say we should be keeping notes? Huh? Where the hell are you going now? Or you can’t handle having your sugar bo
