Amelia’s POV
The impulse to relax and enjoy myself at the party is driven away, the very instant the air around me changes before I even see him.
I can tell from the way conversations falter, from how ripples move through the hall as though the lights above us have somehow leaned forward to listen.
My chest at first glance tightens even before I turn away from him, before I allow my eyes to confirm what my body already senses in the crowd
Dominic.
He strides into the gala as though he owns the place. As though the ground was built to carry him.
My eyes trail off to his perfectly cut tuxedo, shoulders squared, chin lifted.
And to my surprise, he is not alone.
He walks in with an unfamiliar woman garbed in a red revealing dress. Hair styled to perfection and makeup sleek, one can
