LILA'S POV
I open my mouth to respond to Wade's question, my brain scrambling for some way to deflect, to change the subject, to literally talk about anything else besides my two-year relationship with his asshole cousin.
But before I can formulate a coherent lie, a shift in the room's energy makes me pause.
The conversations around us fade slightly, and I feel Wade's posture change beside me. His hand on my waist tightens just a fraction, and his attention moves toward the entrance.
I follow his gaze and immediately understand why.
A man has entered the ballroom, and oh s**t, he's intimidating as f**k.
He's tall, probably in his late fifties, with silver-streaked dark hair and the kind of presence that makes everyone in the room unconsciously snap to attention. His suit is impeccabl
