Serena's hands began to shake violently, the color draining from her cheeks. She strained toward the center of the stage, the laser lights turning her eyes red as she stared.
That silhouette, that outline in the shifting light...
Serena clutched at Tristan's hand, her nails digging into his flesh. "Tristan... on stage, that's..."
Tristan followed her gaze but only registered the diamond trim on the custom suit catching the light. "Mr. Cole really lives up to his reputation. I've seen that piece before. Made by Lorenzo himself, from overseas. If I could own even one..."
Serena cut him off, her voice pinched down to a whisper, "No, that's Asher. I couldn't be wrong."
Tristan patted her hand. "Serena, you're too worked up, you're seeing things. That's Mr. Cole, the tycoon who funded us f
