Hunter’s POV:
The Gala passes in a haze of emptiness. Just like any other day since I don’t even know when. Guests mingle with each other, but I take no notice. Not of my family, looking at me with sideways glances that reek of a subtext I don’t want to read into. Not the strangers who don’t see past the immaculate suit and the family name. Who doesn't choose to see beneath the calm, controlled, exterior I create to keep the pain hidden inside. And definitely not my brother who should be here to support me. Looking around, I see Ash’s dark head passing between people and almost ignore him again until I catch sight of the woman next to him. One look at her steals my breath and I struggle to look away. Tall and regal looking, I notice the rich dark hair with caramel highlights from my dream
