Damien wasn't lying when he said Delane was a grand celebration for the wealthiest of the wealthiest.
It felt like stepping into a different world, after being cooked up in the four walls of the Volkan mansion. Several guests murmured as I walked by, soft music played in the background, and the clicking of glasses made my grip on Damien tighten.
How turned and we locked eyes before he mouthed. "You're okay," He said, "Focus on me. Eyes on me."
I nodded as he led me to the center of the ball, and murmurs picked up again.
"Isn't that Julia Volkan? The silver designer? She's Atlaa Volkan's wife! Why is she dancing with Damien Vale?"
"Oh, you don't know?" Another whispered. "She announced her engagement to his despite being married!"
Damien's grip on me tightened and his jaw clenched.
