The moment that I came out of the car, it hit me that everyone's eyes in the building seemed directed at me.
The red carpet rolled out in front of me, the lights flashing angrily in my face. The gala was underway, complete with the din of conversation, laughter, and socializing. But none of that mattered to me. Not when Jack's dress felt like a betrayal to James. I couldn't ignore the tension building inside me.
I looked up and saw Jack leaning against the doorway, waiting for me to arrive. The moment I was in sight, his eyes locked onto mine, steady. There was a knowing glint in his smile, as if he had been expecting this all along.
He stood at his side, impeccably dressed, a living embodiment of the imposing figure he actually was. But it was his face, a tense, carefully smoothed mask
