| STILL AT THE PARTY |

There was no warning, just a shift that made the air outside feel tight as if the night itself had taken notice before anyone else did.

The Lamborghini stopped right in front of the house. Curious eyes remain fixed as they watch the car door open, heads tilting as the man who carries authority like a second skin steps out of it.

Grayson Beaumont.

Gasps and murmurs followed immediately especially from the female guests standing outside.

His suit sat flawlessly against him, every line sharp, every detail intentional. He didn’t look around, didn’t acknowledge the world waiting inside for him.

He didn't look surprised...