Alexander led Victoria down the stairs and into the crowd with practiced ease, every step measured, every movement controlled.
The moment they reached the dance floor, attention shifted.
Not subtly.
Not quietly.
People noticed.
Of course they did.
Conversations dipped.
Eyes followed.
Whispers rose like a quiet current beneath the music.
“That’s the CEO…”
“That’s his wife…”
“They look good together…”
Alexander heard it all.
Every word.
Every tone.
Every unnecessary observation floating through the room like background noise.
But gossip wasn’t his mission tonight.
Not even close.
What did these people know?
What did any of them understand about what stood behind appearances?
About what was real and what was merely arranged?
To them, this was simple.
A powerful man and h
