(Isolde's POV)
I looked away fast.
My heart was still slamming against my ribs, but I forced my eyes down to the floor and kept them there.
I knew what I was doing. I knew why.
Orion was my boss. He was somewhere on the outer edge of Garrett's social circle. If anyone in this room caught us exchanging looks, questions would follow. Questions I couldn't answer.
I couldn't afford that. Not here. Not tonight.
So I looked away.
(Author's POV)
Isolde was wearing a white lace dress, fitted, with her hair pinned up high.
She'd kept her makeup light. Almost bare. Like she was trying to disappear into the background.
It didn't work.
The dress hugged her frame in a way that the ballroom lighting made impossible to ignore. More than a few men in the room had already noticed. Their gazes dr
