hift.
Not dramatically. Just a subtle change in the quality of the air near us. The kind of shift that happened when someone walked into a space and the space rearranged itself slightly to accommodate them.
I looked up.
She was moving through the crowd from across the room.
Beautiful in the specific way that required effort and I knew it.
A gold dress that caught every light in the venue and held it. Red lipstick so precise it looked painted on by someone who took their time. She carried her wine glass loosely, fingers wrapped around the stem with the practiced ease of a woman who had been at a thousand events like this one and intended to be at a thousand more.
She was looking at Jaden.
I turned to look at him.
His expression had gone very still. Not cold exactly. Something under
