The host picked up the microphone, drawing everyone's attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please."
The sound of his voice broke the invisible thread between Damien and Evelyn. Almost at the same time, they looked away. Only then did they realize they had been staring at each other for far longer than either of them intended.
Damien cleared his throat quietly. A waiter happened to pass by, and he picked up a glass of wine from the tray, more to occupy himself than because he wanted a drink. He took a slow sip, hoping it would steady the strange feeling lingering in his chest.
Across the hall, Evelyn turned back to Lydia.
She smiled when Lydia said something, but her thoughts remained elsewhere.
She could still picture Damien's face. The way he had looked at he
