Elena
The glass in my hands trembled, and the contents almost spilled, though I prayed no one saw. The champagne burned down my throat but it wasn't enough to steady me.
Because right across the ballroom, through a blur of golden light, my eyes locked with the one person I had dreaded seeing all evening.
Grayson Hale.
The years hadn't softened him. But instead, carved him into something sharper, harder. His broad shoulders filled every inch of his suit, steel set jawline. His eyes… God, those grey blue eyes latched on mine and the air left my lungs.
In that moment, the voices, laughter, and clicking of glasses all dulled to silence, and it was just him. All the memories I'd thought buried.
A waiter appeared with a tray filled with freshly filled glasses. “Champagne ma'am?”
“Yes,” I
