Nicole
By the time we arrived at the Wendy Wright Hotel, the event was in full swing.
I instinctively slipped my arm through Damien's, plastering on my best Luna smile as we entered the grand hall together.
The space was transformed with elaborate floral arrangements and crystal stemware that caught the light from overhead chandeliers.
Pack leaders and business elites from across the region mingled, their expensive perfumes and colognes creating an invisible cloud of wealth and privilege.
"Nicole!"
I turned at the familiar voice and felt my heart skip.
Standing there in a perfectly tailored suit was Harry Hamilton, my former college senior.
"Harry! What a surprise!" I couldn't help the genuine smile that spread across my face.
In the sea of calculated social in
