Emily's POV

In that fleeting moment, my body was rendered immobile as if time itself had come to a stand still. I still couldn't believe that I'd see Lorenzo here of all places. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat grabbed my attention.. I shifted my gaze to Ethan and pulled a small but forced smile on my face. He had dark raven hair, deep blue eyes and a sharp jawline that had been carefully sculpted. He shared similar features with his father, Mr. Walton.

Swiftly, he grabbed two wine glasses from a passing tray. He turned to face me and handed one to me.

“Thank you,” I replied, grasping...