Stephanie's POV:
The way he stared at me sent shivers down my spine. Why the hell was he staring at me like he caught me stealing?
“Stephanie,” James called my attention back.
“Would you?” his hand was still extended.
I hesitated, my irritation bubbling to the
surface. “I’m sorry, but I can’t,” I replied bluntly, turning on my heel and walking away before he could say another word.
My gaze went to where Tyler was but he wasn't there again. Grabbing a drink from a passing waiter, I took a sip, trying to steady my nerves. Everything about tonight—this party, the people, the expectations felt suffocating. All I wanted was some air, some space to think.
“Stephanie,” Peterson’s voice called out, and I turned to see him beckoning me over. Clenching my fists, I reluctantly walked toward h
