Lizzy's POV
I stood silently, feeling completely improper as the tension between Tiffany and Onyx thickened.
The ballroom buzzed with laughter, and glasses clinked as conversation worth more money than I would probably see in my entire lifetime was mentioned, and yet somehow all I could focus on was the woman who I had come to know as Tiffany glaring daggers at me.
Tiffany looked beautiful, painfully beautiful, with long blonde hair that fell to her waist, a perfect makeover that highlighted her facial features, and a red dress that hugged every curve she possessed.
Unlike me, she looked like one who belonged here, the kind of woman everyone expected to stand beside a man who exuded an aura like Onyx.
Not me, the secretary hiding lingerie beneath a fur coat. My finger tightened aro
