The ballroom was glowing with golden lights. Music floated in the air, waiters moved between the guests with trays of wine and champagne, and laughter filled the corners. Nathaniel stood tall in a black suit, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd. He was the center of attention as always, but tonight he was not alone.
Cassandra held onto his arm, her red gown glittering under the lights. She smiled at everyone who looked their way, her lips painted the color of roses. She looked like she belonged, like she had won.
“Smile, Nathaniel,” she whispered sweetly, leaning close to his ear. “Everyone is watching us. Let them see that we are perfect together.”
Nathaniel’s jaw tightened. He lifted his glass but did not drink. He had invited investors, business partners, and friends tonight. For
