The applause still rang in Gigi’s ears long after she stepped out of the ballroom. The air outside the hotel was cooler, laced with the faint scent of exhaust fumes and flowers from the manicured planters near the valet. Her heels clicked against the polished tiles, echoing faintly in the night, but her heart was too loud inside her chest to let the sound comfort her.
She wrapped her shawl more tightly across her shoulders, needing the anchor. The gala had ended, but the aftershocks of what happened inside had not.
Jason Jae. Jonathan Reed.
Two men she hadn’t expected to ever stand in the same room, let alone on opposite sides of her. Two men whose gazes had burned into her with entirely different flames—one fierce and consuming, the other steady and disarmingly patient.
Isabella slipp
