The banquet hall glowed under dazzling lights, bright enough to sting the eyes.
Warren stood at the entrance welcoming guests, dressed in a charcoal-gray suit with a white rose pinned to his chest.
The instant he spotted me, his eyes brightened, and he hurried over.
"Summer, nice to see you."
He reached for my hand, but I shifted aside.
His arm hung awkwardly in the air for a second before he smoothly withdrew it, pretending nothing had happened.
"I knew you wouldn't really walk away from me," he said softly, as if trying to convince himself.
I glanced around the room.
Relatives, friends, senior executives, and even a few media influencers were there.
He had thought of everything.
This wasn't an apology.
It was a trap.
My father had been invited too. He sat at the head table, h
