I clutched my little purse tightly as I half-stormed, and half-stumbled out of that fancy ballroom. The tears were already spilling down my cheeks, staining my carefully applied makeup into a raccoon-eyed mess.

Screw Alex and his bigshot world. Screw Polo Enterprise. Screw all of it.

“Ms McDermott?” A voice made me jump as I pushed through the hotel's revolving doors to the valet area. It was one of the doormen, an older black guy in a fancy uniform.

He gave me a concerned look. "Mr. Hernandez requested a car for you whenever you were ready to depart."

I couldn't help but let out a hollow laugh at that. What...