Sonya
The platinum chandeliers above spilled a pale glow across the polished marble floor.
The voices of dignitaries, journalists, and high-powered executives shimmered in the air like bees in a hive each buzz carrying promises of deals sealed, reputations cemented, and empires reborn.
I had slipped away to find a seat near the glass walls overlooking the cityscape. Caleb was still at the signing table, flanked by his advisors and the cameras capturing every move.
But I wasn’t there for him. I was there for one man—and one man alone.
I sank onto a velvet bench, my dress catching the light, fingers smoothed against the fabric where glimmering onyx beads traced a floral pattern.
My heart pounded, a festive drumbeat in my chest. I was about to witness the moment Erick Cheshire extend
