CHAPTER 23: ANDRE'S GRAND ENTRANCE
Zane's pov Zane had been practicing patience all evening, a virtue he usually reserved for high-stakes corporate negotiations. Tonight, however, the negotiation was internal: how to appear utterly detached when every fiber of his being was screaming with anticipation. He and Zach stood sentinel at the foot of the sweeping marble staircase, their figures twin pillars of tailored authority in their midnight blue velvet tuxedos. The foyer was a landscape of glittering guests, but in Zane's mind, it was just a stage, and the star was still off-screen. "Relax, Zane," Zach murmured, his voice low, catching the rigid set of Zane’s shoulders. "You're going to put a crease in that impeccable jacket." Zane kept his gaze fixed on the top of the stairs. "I am perfectly relaxed. I'm merely ensuri
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