George's POV

When I saw her, it felt like all the air left the room, and I got really angry. Wendy Ashton, or Whitney Decodes as she calls herself now, stood at the entrance of the big hall, looking confident and bold.

Her red dress fit her body tightly, showing just enough to be tempting, and the high slit was daring. She wasn't just being brave - she was trying to make an impression. I could sense it, like my instincts were warning me.

I stayed calm - or at least tried to - in front of the important guests. Standing up from the fancy chair that looked like a...