Ethan's POV
I adjusted my bowtie for the hundredth time, surveying the Grand Plaza Hotel's ballroom. The chandeliers glow warmly over the sea of designer gowns and tuxedos.
"Stop fidgeting." Ashley smacked my hand away from my tie. "You look fine."
"Fine isn't good enough. Grandfather's watching."
"Along with half of the city's elite." Jacob whistled, scanning the crowd. "Is that the mayor?"
"And three senators." Jess appeared beside us, champagne in hand. "The guest list is insane."
"More importantly," Matthew said, "how many single heiresses are here? Because I'm feeling particularly charming tonight."
I couldn't help but laugh at Matthew's predictable focus. "Dude, you say this at every event."
"And I mean it every time." He straightened his jacket with exaggerated flair. "Tonig
