Serena's POV
I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down my white evening dress one last time.
Tonight was Eliza Quinn's first jewelry showcase, and I'd be damned if I didn't look my absolute best. Professional rivalry demanded nothing less.
When Julian picked me up, I couldn't help but notice how striking he looked in his white suit. The matching outfits weren't planned, but the coincidence worked perfectly.
"Well, don't we look like salt and pepper shakers—except both salt," I joked as he helped me into his car.
"Yeah," Julian replied with that easy smile of his. "We're going to turn heads tonight."
As we approached the entrance to the exhibition hall, Julian leaned in close. His cologne—subtle but distinctly masculine—tickled my senses.
"Take my arm," he whispe
