The moment I stepped out of the car, I could feel the heat of camera flashes burning through my skin. The air smelled like perfume, champagne, and money… the kind of combination that only existed in places where no one ever checked a price tag. Teddy stood beside me, perfect as usual. A tux molded to his body like it was born there. Every button gleaming, every movement deliberate. He offered me his arm, and I took it, because that was what I was paid to do. But when his skin brushed mine, there was this pulse… small but sharp… enough to make my brain stutter.
The charity gala was one of those nights where the rich gathered to donate crumbs of their fortune for the sake of optics. Every chandelier sparkled like it was trying to outshine someone's reputation. Waiters floated by with tr
