The second we entered the ballroom, people immediately began approaching Liam with drinks and polite greetings.
While exchanging pleasantries, he subtly motioned toward a dessert table tucked into the corner of the room.
"They have the cheesecake bites you like over there," he said quietly. "Go ahead. I'll come find you in a minute."
I hadn't expected him to remember something so small.
The heaviness in my chest eased a little, and I headed toward the dessert table.
Unfortunately, someone stopped me before I could make it there.
Quinn stood directly in my path, her expression already hostile.
She wore a deep red gown tonight, elegant and dramatic, the color catching the light like expensive wine swirling in crystal.
Her tone, however, was far sharper.
"I looked into you," she said
