"Don’t be ungrateful, milady. Look upstairs."
The unknown voice cut through the party's hum. Diana looked up immediately. There he stood, swirling his wine cup before raising it toward her in a mock toast. He was dressed entirely in crimson—a sharp, red suit that matched her own gown perfectly. A black mask obscured his face, mirroring her own.
Bryan followed her gaze to the balcony, his jaw tightening as he took in the stranger. "Is he the 'well-wisher' you spoke about?"
"He is Sonia’s friend," Diana whispered, her heart racing. "And he is asking for a dance."
Bryan’s hand clenched into a fist. Beside him, he could feel the weight of a third gaze; he knew without looking that it was Micheal. "But I am the one who brought you here," Bryan snapped. "You are my girlfriend today, which m
