The flash of cameras hit Tracy the second she stepped out of the sleek black car. For a moment, the world became nothing but blinding white bursts of light and the low roar of reporters shouting Alex’s name.
“Mr. Knight! Over here!”
“Who’s the woman with you tonight?”
“Smile for us, just one photo!”
Tracy’s heart thundered in her chest. She wasn’t sure if it was the chaos of the crowd or the heat of Alex’s arm steadying her as he guided her up the steps, his palm resting with practiced ease at the small of her back.
He didn’t falter. He never did. Alex Knight walked as though the entire night belonged to him, and in a way, it did. The cameras loved him, the whispers followed him, and the doors to the glittering ballroom opened wide at his presence.
“Smile wider,” he murmured under his
