Rex’s steps were heavy and quick as he followed Jenna down the dim corridor behind the grand banquet hall. His thoughts raced faster than his feet—his chest tightening with the weight of her words, the fury in her voice still echoing in his mind.
“Jenna,” he called out. “Wait.”
She stopped, back straight, head high, refusing to turn around. The hallway was quiet, save for the distant music and laughter from the gala.
Rex took a breath and stepped closer. “Please… just listen to me.”
Jenna slowly turned, her eyes sharp and cold. “Listen to what, Mr. Hidalgo?” she said, each word laced with ice. “More insults? More accusations? Or maybe another reminder that I’m an embarrassment to your reputation?”
“No!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking. “That’s not what I meant. I—I was trying to prot
