-POV Derby
I didn’t expect to see him again so soon.
But two days later, at the annual company gala held at the Grand Ballroom of the city’s most exclusive hotel, Jordan Vasquez walked in like he owned the night.
And he did.
He looked devastating in a black tuxedo, the kind that made every head turn. Tamara was on his arm — elegant in a floor-length emerald gown, smiling like the perfect fiancée she was.
I stood near the bar in a simple black cocktail dress, trying to disappear into the crowd. My manager had insisted the entire team attend. “Networking opportunity,” he’d said.
It felt like torture.
Jordan’s eyes found me across the room almost immediately.
The air between us crackled even from this distance.
I turned away, heart hammering, and downed the rest of my champagne in on
