Hamptons estate was a mast

ceilings. A live string quartet played softly in the corner. Th

f socialites huddled together, whis

hem snickered. "Or feathers. Remember the Met Ga

dimmed. A single, brilliant spotlight hi

om died instantly. Ev

od at the top

ass. There were no feathers. No neon. Just pure, unadulterated elegance. Her

spotlight, throwing fractur

It was her eyes. They were cold, imperious, and completely dev

fabric of her skirt

ence in the room was absolute. The socialites who had just been mocking

ows near the terrace doo

chaotic mess. The woman walking toward the crowd right now looked

. The crowd parted for her, offering polite

in, a deep, guttural roar of a high-perfo

the ballroom were pul

the butler announced. Hi

h had just parted for Altagracia, practically scrambled out of t

was the apex predator of Wall Street. A man whose m

d into th

oulders. He was devastatingly handsome, with sharp jawlines and eyes as dark as obsidian

room felt ins

eaking into a wide smile. He shook Garrison's h

ep, resonant baritone that vibrated in the chest

oom, dismissing the billionaires and

ocked onto the c

Altag

re she even saw him. The hairs on her arms s

ded room, their

gid set of her shoulders, the defiant tilt of her ch

ified of him. She was looking at him like she was calcul

er of Garrison's mouth. His eyes gl

hands balled into fists. The power dynamic in the room