LUCAS’S POV
The moment I stepped into the hall with Elora beside me, the atmosphere shifted. Heads
turned. People whispered behind their glasses of champagne and fake smiles. A few of them even froze during their conversation, their eyes darted between us.
First, it was about her dress—that sleek backless dark dress that shimmers under the light, the kind of color that makes you forget what you were about to say.
Then I heard the murmurs …..
Is she his date? His new partner?
Let them wonder.
Elora kept her poise like she was born to own a room like this, but I could feel her hand twitch slightly against mine. She hated this kind of attention, and maybe that's exactly why I liked walking in with her. Because she had no idea how easily she stole every bit of air from a
