Daphne’s POV
My breath hitched as Reynold extended his hand toward me, his expression unreadable. Should I take it? Ignore it? The weight of a hundred stares pressed against me, making my skin prickle.
To be polite, I had to accept it. With a small smile, I reached out, placing my hand in his. He curled his fingers around mine, leading me down the grand staircase with ease. But the moment we reached Miles, our steps faltered.
His expression was unreadable, but his jaw was tight, his eyes dark with something he masked well.
“I’m your best friend. It’s my duty to take care of your wife,” Reynold said smoothly, handing me over to Miles with an easy grin. A collective exhale passed through the room, tension melting into light laughter at his playful gesture.
Miles took my hand from Reynol
