OLIVER’s POV
As I stood across the room, watching Isla spill drinks and attract every pair of eyes in the hall, a surge of anger surged through me like wildfire. She had one job—just one. Behave herself, smile when necessary, and not draw attention. But no, here she was, making an absolute fool of herself in front of some of the most powerful people in the country.
I clenched my fists, barely keeping myself from storming over there sooner. This night was supposed to be an opportunity to solidify my position among these dignitaries, not turn into the latest tabloid scandal. Now, thanks to her, we would be the talk of the town.
The whispers started as I made my way through the crowd toward her. Every step felt heavier with the weight of judgmental stares. My jaw tightened as I finally rea
