Sinclair’s POV
The room is silenced by the clinking of silverware with a metal spoon.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” someone says over the microphone, we are about to raise a toast to the celebrant, but my mind's not there. My mind is across the ballroom, past the chandeliers, the huge tiered cake, and the end display. She’s laughing, her head pulled back.
Camila and Jeff.
He’s leaning in a little too close. That seductive grin of his splayed across his face. Giving him that boyish look. Camila is laughing. I don’t know why he said to make her laugh like that but her hands were in her chest like she was choking from laughter.
I want to look away, I want to look like I don’t care. But my gaze keeps drifting back to her.
She looks stunning.
Red silk dress, wrapping her body like it was
