Aleena — POV
The file Caldwell brought keeps pulling my attention. I needed to speak with my father, but something told me he wouldn't tell me the truth, regardless. I took my anxiety pills before getting ready; the party was unavoidable.
I hated parties. I hated this one already.
I held a glass of champagne and drained half of it before stepping into the room. Before I could reach a single guest, Nico blocked my path. Tuxedo, no tie, two buttons undone. A loose lock of hair falling across his forehead.
His eyes moved over me. The dress he'd sent was an ivy green, mermaid-style gown and off-the-shoulder. His head tilted slightly as his gaze returned to my face. Something shifted in his expression, holding a beat longer than it should have.
He extended his hand.
"What?" I asked. "I'm
