Lily's POV
The grand ballroom was a blur of blinding chandeliers, roaring applause, and glittering silk.
Arthur Montclaire’s threat echoed inside my mind, cold and metallic. I hope you prove to be worth the price. Maybe coming to Westmore had been a mistake.
Maybe, in my desperate need to be close to Cole, I had walked straight into this trap
myself.
Standing on the raised marble dais, the heat of the stage lights burned against my skin, contrasting sharply with the ice running through my veins.
A sea of high society faces stared up at us, investors, rival families, reporters, and old family friends, their expressions a mix of awe, envy, and sharp, calculating interest. A Prescott-Montclaire alliance would undoubtedly consolidate two of the most ruthless empires in the country,
and
