Maya
If it wasn’t the main reason for my current misery standing right in front of me.
I held back the eye roll I desperately wanted to use to hide the fact that being in close contact with this man made me genuinely uneasy and uncomfortable.
This was him. The man who had deliberately ruined my father’s reputation and life.
And here he was at this elite ball, confidently waltzing around in the most expensive designer tuxedo like he owned the entire world.
Like he hadn’t destroyed lives.
I beamed at him anyway, using the bright smile as a front to hide my intense anger and absolute disdain.
“Of course,” I replied as politely and sweetly as I could manage, placing my hand in his outstretched one. “You can have this dance, gentleman.”
My own confidence genuinely amazed me.
The way I
