CLAIRE

Julian kissed me carefully, mindful of my lipstick. "Ready?" he asked.

"Yes" I confirmed.

The gala was held at the Plaza Hotel, the ballroom transformed into something magical. Crystal chandeliers, white flowers everywhere, tables set with gold accents.

We checked in at the entrance, receiving name tags and table assignments. "Table twelve," the attendant said. "Near the front."

Julian's jaw tightened slightly but he said nothing. We made our way through the crowd, heads turning as we passed. I couldn't tell if they were looking at the dress or recognizing Julian, probably both.

At our table, several people were already seated. I recognized two faces from business magazines. "Julian...