Arden's POV
The hall was quite full.
I stood at a corner in the room, a glass of champagne in my hand, while observing everyone. Elize stood beside me in a flowing, silk blue dress as she had been my plus one.
Organizing this gala was a tedious task that would not have looked this perfect if it weren’t for Elize. I did not know much about aesthetics or the social nuances required to make the elite feel comfortable, but she did. She had spent the last forty-eight hours running around with a clipboard, ensuring every floral arrangement and every bottle of wine was in its proper place.
“You’re doing it again,” Elize whispered, leaning closer to me.
“Doing what?” I asked.
“Staring like you’re calculating the best way to hide a body,” she said, her voice light, but her eyes were wary. “Re
