Lana’s POV
The ballroom shimmered with gold and ambition. From the ceiling to the hem of my gown, everything sparkled—except my heart.
“Are you sure I can leave you here alone?” Julian asked, his voice filled with concern.
“I’ll be fine,” I said gently, touching his arm. “I’m just going to get some champagne.”
“Okay… I promise I won’t be long.” He still looked a little guilty.
I had to admit, I never pegged Julian as a businessman when I first met him. But now, watching him blend into the crowd with ease, speaking confidently about markets and logistics, he looked like a completely different person.
I think I preferred the laid-back version of him. The one who talked about dreams instead of numbers. The one who listened.
Julian stood several feet away, deep in conversation with a bu
