*flashback continuation*
The grand ballroom was bathed in sparkling, golden light. The soft hum of a string quartet filled the air. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, and the clink of champagne glasses punctuated the lively chatter of the guests. The room was adorned with elegant floral arrangements, and a large banner hung near the entrance with golden letters congratulating the engaged.
Claudia stood near the entrance as her heart pounded in her chest. She smoothed down her emerald-green gown, nervously clutching a glass of champagne. Tonight was supposed to be her night—a celebration of her engagement to a man she had yet to meet.
But then she saw him. Damian Clarke.
He was standing near the edge of the room, his back partially turned and his posture rigid. He wore a sharp black
