Tyler gave a curt nod, and we followed his grandfather into a secluded alcove, away from the prying eyes of the crowd.
I stole a glance around the room, and my heart skipped a beat when my eyes met Melanie again. She was standing near the buffet table, her eyes darting away the moment they met mine.
How did she even get an invite?
Well she said she came with her husband.. maybe her husband has a connection with the Morgans.
Tyler’s grandfather didn’t waste any time as his voice dragged me back in.
“This marriage of yours,” he began, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. “It needs to be more than just words. People are watching. We can’t afford any mistakes tonight.”
I could feel Tyler’s grip on my hand tighten, his fingers digging into my palm. His grandfather’s words
