Chapter Three: The Weight of Appearances
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Applause rippled through the ballroom as Richard Edward adjusted the microphone.
Nicole had watched her father speak in front of thousands of people before. Investors admired him. Competitors respected him. The media loved quoting his speeches because every word sounded deliberate, polished, impossible to misinterpret.
Tonight felt different.
He wasn’t smiling.
Standing beside the entrance to the ballroom, Nicole instinctively straightened her posture. Jayden had already taken half a step away from her, putting a respectful distance between them.
It was second nature now.
Whenever people were watching, they became strangers.
Richard glanced at the audience before beginning.
“Good evening, everyone.”
The room quieted immediately.
“Every year, this event reminds us why we entered this industry in the first place.”
He spoke with practiced ease, thanking actors, producers, directors, and musicians for their dedication. Laughter drifted through the room when he joked about spending more nights in editing suites than in his own home.
Nicole almost relaxed.
Maybe Emily had imagined the tension.
Maybe the envelope had been nothing important after all.
Richard paused, taking a sip of water.
“Before I leave the stage,” he continued, “I’d like to announce a new initiative from Edward Entertainment.”
Behind him, a large screen flickered to life.
A promotional video began to play.
The audience applauded politely.
Nicole let out the breath she’d been holding.
Beside her, Jayden leaned closer without looking at her.
“You were worried about nothing.”
“So were you.”
“I’ll deny it.”
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
“You always do.”
Their quiet exchange lasted only seconds before another executive approached Jayden to discuss a business proposal.
Nicole used the opportunity to slip toward one of the balconies overlooking Central Park.
She needed fresh air.
Outside, the winter cold wrapped around her instantly.
Snowflakes drifted lazily through the night, settling on the iron railing.
The sounds of the ballroom became muffled behind the closed glass doors.
For the first time all evening, she was alone.
Or so she thought.
“I had a feeling I’d find you here.”
Nicole turned.
Emily stepped onto the balcony, pulling her coat tighter against the cold.
“I needed five minutes.”
Emily studied her friend carefully.
“No.”
“You needed to breathe.”
Nicole laughed softly.
“Am I that obvious?”
“Only to people who’ve known you since college.”
They stood together in comfortable silence.
Finally, Emily asked what she’d been holding back all evening.
“How long do you think you can keep doing this?”
Nicole didn’t pretend to misunderstand.
“Doing what?”
“Hiding.”
Nicole looked toward the snow-covered city.
“I don’t know.”
Emily sighed.
“You love him.”
Nicole smiled without answering.
That silence was answer enough.
Emily rested her elbows on the railing.
“And he loves you.”
“I know.”
“So what are you waiting for?”
Nicole watched a couple walking through the park below, their laughter carried faintly by the wind.
“It’s not that simple.”
“It never is.”
Emily hesitated before speaking again.
“Has he ever talked about… the future?”
Nicole’s fingers tightened around the stem of her glass.
“Sometimes.”
“And?”
“He says one day we won’t have to hide anymore.”
Emily looked at her gently.
“And do you believe him?”
Nicole didn’t answer immediately.
She wanted to.
More than anything.
But hope had become a dangerous thing.
“I believe he means it.”
Emily nodded slowly.
“That’s not what I asked.”
Inside the ballroom, Jayden excused himself from another conversation.
His phone vibrated.
Unknown Number.
He frowned.
Very few people had this number.
He answered.
“Hello?”
For several seconds, no one spoke.
Then a calm male voice said,
“Mr. Hunter.”
Jayden’s expression changed.
“Who is this?”
“I think you’ll want to check the east balcony.”
The line went dead.
Jayden stared at the screen.
Something about the caller unsettled him.
Without thinking, he headed toward the balcony corridor.
Meanwhile, Richard stepped down from the stage.
His speech had gone exactly as planned.
Almost.
He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and felt the envelope again.
Still there.
Still unopened since he had slipped it away.
He looked across the ballroom until he found the man who had given it to him.
Gone.
Richard frowned.
He turned the envelope over in his hands.
There was no address.
No name.
Only five handwritten words.
Open when you’re alone.
For reasons, he couldn’t explain it. He suddenly wished he’d ignored it.
Jayden reached the corridor leading to the balcony.
The hallway was empty.
He pushed open the glass door.
Nicole looked up, surprised.
“I thought you were trapped talking to investors.”
“I escaped.”
She smiled.
“Barely, by the look of it.”
He stepped closer.
“I got a strange phone call.”
Her smile faded.
“What kind of call?”
“Someone told me to check this balcony.”
Nicole frowned.
“That’s…”
Before she finished speaking, a camera flash exploded from somewhere below.
Both of them instinctively turned.
Another flash.
Then another.
Jayden’s heart sank.
Across the street, on the roof of a parking garage, a photographer lowered a long-range camera.
Even from that distance, the lens had been powerful enough to capture them standing together.
The photographer packed his equipment with astonishing speed.
Within seconds, he disappeared into the darkness.
Nicole looked back at Jayden.
“Did he…”
Jayden nodded.
“I think he got exactly what he came for.”
Neither of them noticed Richard standing behind the glass doors inside the ballroom.
He had come looking for his daughter.
Instead…
He had seen everything.
Not enough to hear their conversation.
Not enough to understand why they were together.
But enough to recognize the way they looked at each other.
Richard’s grip tightened around the mysterious envelope in his pocket.
His expression slowly hardened.
For the first time that night…
The uneasiness in his chest had nothing to do with the anonymous message.
It had everything to do with the man standing beside his daughter.
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