Emily's POV 

I clenched my fork tightly, panic bubbling within me as I traced Logan's movement. Vivian had her arms entwined in his, and she smiled warmly, with her eyes darting across every one in the restaurant. She was cladded in a short sheath dress with a V-cut that exposed her cleavages. 

The smile on my face faltered because I wasn't expecting to see them here – Not today of all days.

I got so distracted staring at them even as the band continued their performance. The only thing I could hear was my heartbeat and not the sounds emanating from the band's instruments.

Logan's deep brown eyes pierced into...