"Focus on me," Ethan murmured against her ear as they swayed to the orchestra's gentle waltz. "Not on her."
Sophia jerked her attention back to her husband's face, realizing she'd been caught stealing another glance at Elena, who was dancing with Diego across the ballroom. Elena moved with practiced grace, her red dress flowing around her like liquid fire, and every few moments her eyes would find Sophia's with predatory satisfaction.
"I wasn't…" Sophia started to protest.
"You were," Ethan interrupted, his grip on her waist tightening slightly. "You've been watching her all evening. Both of you have been circling each other like cats preparing to fight."
Heat flooded Sophia's cheeks. Had she been that obvious? She'd tried to focus on the conversations, the music, the elegant atmospher
