"Then I'll handle it," Julian said firmly. "You don't owe anyone explanations, Claire."
***
The gala was being held at one of the city's most prestigious hotels, all marble floors and crystal chandeliers. We walked in together, Julian's hand resting lightly on my lower back, guiding me through the crowded entrance.
People turned to look as we passed, some with recognition, others with curiosity. I kept my chin up and my expression calm, even though my heart was racing.
"Julian Cross," a man's voice called out, and a tall silver-haired man approached with an extended hand. "Good to see you. I heard you were back in town."
"Richard," Julian greeted, shaking his hand. "Yes, I've been here for a few months now."
The man's eyes shifted to me, curious and assessing.
"And this must be your
