Elisse looked stunning, wearing a deep emerald gown that clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering as she walked beside William. Her hair was pinned elegantly, and her lips curved in a confident, serene smile—but her eyes betrayed the slightest flicker of anxiety.
William noticed, but he didn’t falter. Every inch of him exuded control: sharp black tuxedo, perfectly combed hair, and eyes that scanned the room like a predator. He was aware of every shadow, every glance, and he knew Sophia was in the crowd.
And then he saw her.
Sophia. In a crimson dress that was as sharp as her gaze, walking toward them with the kind of confidence that screamed entitlement and obsession. Her eyes locked on William, a smirk curling her lips as if she already believed she had won.
William’s hand tightened
