Henry’s POV
My eyes were glued. My jaw practically hit the floor.
Mary Collins... had never looked like this. f**k. She was draped in a blood-red satin gown with a dangerously high slit, exposing her smooth, bare thigh in a way that made every man in the room hold his breath. She looked like a lethal, high-fashion supermodel, not the innocent girl who used to follow me around. Compared to her, Scarlett, standing right beside me, suddenly looked like she was wearing a cheap thrift-store dress. And the part that made my blood boil the most? The fact that the arrogant bastard's hand rested so freely and possessively on her waist.
A low whistle came from behind me. "s**t. Mary Collins has never been this hot. Damn," Ethan muttered, his eyes locked unblinkingly on Mary.
Scarlett’s face inst
