Ethan’s POV
The car ride over was quiet. Dominic didn’t speak much unless he needed to, and tonight was no different. He sat beside me with the kind of composure that seemed carved into his bones. His tuxedo fit him like it had been tailored around his very posture, every line precise. I fidgeted with my cufflink until his gaze flicked toward me, sharp and brief, and I stilled.
By the time we pulled up to the hotel, my heart was already climbing up my throat. The place glowed. Light poured from every pane of glass, spilling golden onto the pavement, where photographers lined up like predators waiting to pounce.
When Dominic stepped out, they descended. shouts, camera flashes, the manic hum of recognition. And then, when I followed, the sound shifted. Softer, questioning, curious. I wasn
