Rebecca's POV
I stood there, the heavy silver tray pressing against my numb fingers as Alpha Julian rose smoothly from his chair.
"Lead the way, beautiful," Julian murmured, his bright blue eyes flashing with charm as he stepped away from the high table.
My heart pounded fiercely against my ribs, but I didn't look back at Enzo. I didn't want to see the rage or the hidden pain in his green eyes. I simply turned on my heel and walked toward the grand arched glass doors that led out to the dark, quiet terrace.
The moment we stepped outside, the cool night air hit my face, providing a welcome relief from the suffocating heat of the ballroom. I walked over to the stone balustrade, setting the empty tray down.
"So," Julian began, leaning his hip against the stone rail and crossing his
