Evelyn sat on the velvet sofa near the edge of the ballroom, trying to remain composed. The faint red stain on her sapphire gown was still visible under the soft lighting, though she had managed to blot most of it in the washroom. She kept her hands folded in her lap, chin slightly raised, refusing to let the humiliation show.
Across the room, Cassandra and her group continued to glance in her direction with satisfied smirks. Evelyn ignored them, focusing instead on the soft music and the glittering chandeliers above.
She didn’t have to wait long.
Damien finished his conversation with the investors and scanned the room. The moment his eyes found her, his expression shifted. He crossed the ballroom with purposeful strides, his tall frame cutting through the crowd.
He stopped in front of
