Grace's POV
As the auction continued with an endless parade of extravagant items being paraded beneath the gilded chandeliers, I felt the unsettling weight of Orion's disinterest pressing down on me. His attention wavered, and I could sense his focus drifting far away, fixated on something- someone, rather.
At first, I attributed it to stress, a valid assumption given the high stakes of the evening. But as I glanced sideways, I caught sight of where his gaze lingered for far too long: Layla. The sight of her sent a shiver down my spine.
I froze momentarily, resentment bubbling within me like a dormant volcano on the brink of eruption. Why her? The question gnawed at me as I watched Layla, resplendent in a shimmering emerald gown that caught the light of the chandeliers, her laug
