Zoey’s POV
“Don’t talk to him.”
The charity gala was beautiful in the kind of way rich people always made things beautiful, everything glowed.
Crystal chandeliers reflected warm light across the ballroom while soft music floated through the air. Women wore expensive gowns that looked untouched by reality, and the men all carried the same polished confidence that came from money and power.
A few weeks ago, I would’ve felt completely out of place here.
Tonight, I only felt slightly out of place.
Christian walked beside me as cameras flashed near the entrance. The attention wasn’t as brutal as it had been before, there were still reporters calling our names and photographers trying to capture every angle, but after Christian’s public statement, the mood around us had shifted.
People we
