The moment they stepped into the venue, silence rippled through the grand ballroom like an unexpected breeze. Every conversation that once filled the air — laughter, clinking glasses, and idle gossip — paused for a fraction of a second. Heads turned, gazes sharpened, and every camera flash seemed to focus on the same two figures entering hand in hand: Logan King and his newly wedded wife, Skylar King.
The chandeliers sparkled above them, scattering light like diamonds across the golden marble floor. The scent of roses and champagne lingered, thick and intoxicating. Skylar could feel the weight of every gaze pressing against her skin — curiosity, envy, admiration, disbelief — a mixture so intense it nearly stole her breath. Her pulse raced beneath her pearl necklace as the whispers began t
