I slip away from the crowd to a quieter corner of the venue, not hesitating to snag a glass of champagne from a passing tray.
Taking a sip, I exhale, the tension in my chest easing slightly. My gaze drifts over the lavish hall, the glittering chandeliers, and the hum of conversation, until I notice a secluded lounge area tucked along the edge of the room.
I walk over and take a seat in the comfortable velvet chair when I see a young woman, dressed in a fitted red gown, striding confidently in my direction. Her chin is held high, and her sharp eyes are locked on me.
I glance away quickly. ‘Oh no, I sense trouble.’
“Hey,” she greets smoothly, her voice commanding enough to pull my eyes back to her.
I rise instinctively, nerves prickling under her scrutiny. “Hi…” I begin cautiously, then
