~LAUREN’S POV~

The moment I walked into the ballroom, I felt it. People are watching closely. They whisper. There is a mix of curiosity and judgment in the air.

I tried not to let it show.  

I had stepped into an entirely different world—one of power, influence, and carefully crafted illusions. I had no business being here, yet here I was.

Dressed in red. A statement in itself.  

My heart pounded as I forced myself to move forward, chin high, shoulders squared. But deep inside, a small voice whispered— “run.”

I ignored it.  

But then, my eyes landed on him.  

Patrick.  

He stood near the bar, his gaze locked onto...