Cameron opened his mouth to speak, but I didn’t give him the chance.
“Come on,” I said quickly, grabbing Lucas’s hand.
His fingers wrapped around mine without hesitation, warm and steady. The feel of his skin against mine was enough to drown out the noise, the whispers, the shock rippling through the room. I didn’t look back. Not even once.
We came here to celebrate, not waste another second on Cameron and his twisted ego.
As we walked past the sea of staring faces, I could feel their eyes burning into my back. The whispers started almost immediately—soft at first, then louder, building like an ocean wave about to crash.
“Isn’t that Cameron’s fiancée?”
“Why’s she here with another man?”
“Did they fight?”
“I heard she controls the whole business—if they break up, it’s going to be ba
