Mia
The fundraiser is already in full swing when we step inside the hotel. Gold and silver chandeliers hang from the ceiling, laughter and music blending with the soft clink of glasses. The stage sits empty for now, waiting.
I feel out of place immediately, like I don’t belong in a room this polished. And honestly, I don’t. I have no money, and I’m sure if anyone looked closely enough, they’d see right through me. Everyone here comes from wealth—it’s obvious in the way they wear it so effortlessly. Every dress, every suit, every accessory screams designer.
Beside me, Brad is silent. No touch. No glance. No quiet reassurance. He hasn’t said a word since we walked in, and I can’t figure out what I did to make him act like this.
Without thinking too hard about it, I head straight for a wa
