Roxanne's POV
Camilla St. James is staring at me from across the room, and I know tonight is about to go very, very wrong.
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The Westridge Auction is tonight,and honestly, it is everything I imagined and more. Magnificent crystal chandeliers, marble floors that glitter like mirrors, and the kind of ambience that only comes with old money and serious collectors. The air practically oozes with wealth.
I'm wearing a maternity gown that Isaiah's stylist insisted on. A deep navy silk that flows over my bump, making me look almost regal instead of six months pregnant. Isaiah is beside me in a perfectly tailored tuxedo, and together we look like we stepped out of the pages of a Vogue magazine.
"You're staring," I murmur to him as we take our seats in the VIP section.
"Can you blame me?
