Boom! Quarin's heart was doing somersaults, and it beat so hard he could hear it in his ears.
There she was!
It was her, his girlfriend.
He missed a step and nearly dropped his ballerina.
The last thing he would have expected was to see her at the gala. What had happened?
She was an apparition, stunning, with a sinful neckline that did not diminish her class, as her composed and elegant attitude gave her a regal air.
But she was in the arms of the wrong man.
His body tensed, stiff.
And how much those two laughed! He had to control the urge to slip between them and detach them by force, to finish in style with a punch to the duke's heir.
Monique clung tighter to his shoulder to avoid stumbling. “Quarin! What's wrong?" Then she followed his gaze.
Her smile became sly. "Oh, I see. Y
