GELLER'S POV
"Find out who the f***k sent this," I growled, my voice echoing through the ballroom.
I turned back to Emory, my heart sinking at the sight of her pale face beneath the smear of blood, the stain spreading across her dress—a stark contrast to the pristine creamy white it had been. My jaw clenched tighter, but I couldn’t allow my rage to overwhelm me. Not yet. Not with her standing there, vulnerable.
"Emory," I said softly, my hand gently resting on the small of her back. I grabbed a table napkin and carefully wiped the blood from her cheek, my fingers trembling just slightly. "Are you alright?"
She nodded slowly, but her hands were shaking. I could see the fear in her eyes, even though she tried to mask it.
The room fell into a suffocating silence. Not even a whisper. I l
