Sydney's POV
I dressed in a simple little black dress, paired with nude heels and a matching purse. My hair was parted in two, framing my face. Lucas, my escort for the evening, was finely tucked in a black tuxedo with a shirt underneath.
Arm in arm, we approached the auction house and walked to the entrance. Security scanned us with a metal detector before allowing us in.
The auction house was already flooded with people when we entered. Thankfully, Lucas had reserved a seat in his name in the VIP section at the front row. An usher led us to our seats.
As we approached, I felt Lucas' grip on my hand tighten. I had been distracted by the beautiful artworks on display, but as I looked ahead, I saw that our seats were right next to Alexander's.
Alexander, whose attention was on an ugly
