Olivia
The yacht was even more impressive inside, with gleaming wood paneling, crystal chandeliers, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of the harbor. Dozens of guests in formal attire mingled, champagne flutes in hand.
"Drink?" Alexander asked, snagging two glasses from a passing server.
"Please," I said, accepting the champagne gratefully. "I think I need it."
"Relax," he murmured, his lips close to my ear. "You look like you're facing a firing squad."
"I feel like I am. Everyone's staring."
"They're staring because you're stunning." His eyes met mine, intense and sincere. "And because they're wondering how I got so lucky."
Before I could respond, a tall man with silver hair approached, clapping Alexander on the shoulder.
"Carter! Good to see you, my boy. It's b
