by Dillon's side in my beige dress, a polite smile cemented on my face. I playe

lon leaned in, his breath warm agai

andoned me

a vision of fire in a blood-red gown that clung to her every curve. He didn't even

e kiss. It wasn't a secret. It was a declaration, a public claiming for the entire New York e

inside m

floor on autopilot. The crowd parted for me, t

y from Seraphina, his eyes landing on

his voice drippi

his arm, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. "

directly at me, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper that was for my ears only. "

t piece of me. I stumbled b

to a lower level, Seraphina reached for a glass of champagne f

push was a

and shocked faces. I tumbled backward down the stairs, my head

ballroom

was to turn to Seraphina, his voice s

shoved people aside, his face a mask of fury. He sprinted toward my cru