of feedback shrieked through the spea

he announced, his voice booming with self-righteous pain, "will

of this moment, the engagement between Chl

h a fresh wave of gasps and

r head, hiding a smile of pure

ale. "Clay, son, please, don't be hasty

d, shaking off Jim's hand. "The

ck of wolves waiting to see the kill. They e

walked calmly

hand. She lifted it to her lips, and a brilliant, radiant

through the ballroom. "Thank God!

People stared, their minds strugglin

shattered. He stared at her, dumbfounded. The girl who had

, her tone light and breezy. "Mr. Franks has officially ended our engagem

daze. "Please make sure you print that," she said with another dazzl

g the story of the ye

ke a fool. He had intended to publicly discard her, only

, "Stop playing games, Chloie. This patheti

ssion of pure pity, as if examining a stran

r the microphone to pick up, "you really do have an inflated sense of s

the face. Clay's face tur

ars streaming down her face. "Chloie, how can you be so cruel

voice dropping to a conversational, lethal tone, "you can have him. This piece of trash

rk's high society, made the entire room gasp. Bailey w

crophone. It hit the

on the stunned faces and flashing

that overwhelming sensation, tilting her head to look up at the second-floor balcony. In a dark, recessed corner, she saw the faint outline o

ri