Maddison's POV
She turned around. Grant Harrison was waiting for her, just in the golden glow of the massive archway of the entranceway. He wasn't waiting there with his usual group of executives and assistants trailing behind him. He was waiting alone for her. He was so handsome that night, his classic tuxedo perfectly fitted, the stark black and white was the perfect choice for the occasion. A quick, natural smile lit his lips as his gaze swept hers; it was a slow, careful look from the tips of her plain heels to the scared throb of the pulse at the base of her throat.
The steady hums of the crowd that stood around them pulled back a little, and Maddison felt the shift at once, an actual pressure shift in the air. Heads turned. People stopped mid-sentence. A jade silk-clad woman stood
