NIKOLAI (TWO YEARS AGO)
It all began one night two years ago. The gala hall shone excessively, and I had no desire to be there. I was only there to make an appearance.
My urge to go home faded when I saw a redhead in an ivory silk dress in the distance, walking to the center of the stage. The light followed her as if the world had stopped just to see her. Her elegance wasn't the kind that sought attention, but the kind that steals it without asking permission.
When she looked up, our eyes met. I was drawn to her from the start; she was stunning. She held my gaze with a barely noticeable smile, enough to make the rest of the hall disappear.
The presenter announced the auction of the jewelry set she was wearing. I didn't think twice.
"One million," I said firmly.
The murmur of the audi
