Shara stood right behind Julian, glaring at me with a wary expression.
I found the whole thing incredibly boring. Why were these people so self-righteous?
I turned my head away, cold and dismissive. "I'm not even close to you, so why would I come here to see you? Actually, I came to see him."
I pointed toward the man playing the piano on stage, his long, graceful fingers dancing over the keys.
Beautiful, haunting music flowed through the room. After five years, I was finally seeing Philip again. He was still just as magnificent as I remembered. He's elegant and noble, and exactly the man I had envisioned him becoming.
"Claire, why are you still playing these games?" Julian sneered, looking at me with amusement. "You aren't even close to Philip. Do you really need to use him as an ex
