Chapter 67
Brittany Pov
I stood at the ballroom entrance, arms folded, watching security check bags. The alarm went off on cue - this was the moment Adrian would be exposed, and Darcy would turn to me as the safe, respectable choice.
Security had searched me first. They opened my little Chanel clutch, shuffled through my things, and handed it back. "You're clear, Miss Hawthorne. Have a good evening," the guard said politely. I smiled and moved into the shadows, my gaze fixed on Adrian's table.
I spotted Adrian by the exit with Darcy and Pink. She looked pale and unsteady. She was ready to collapse. Perfect. My heart raced as the guard moved closer, checking each bag and pocket one by one.
When the guard reached Adrian's side, I leaned forward. "Bags, please," he said. Darcy handed ove
