The ballroom was a battlefield of whispers and flashing lights.

Aria stood poised amid the chaos, the faintest curve of a smirk on her lips.

Selene Vaughn was still fuming beside her, red-faced under the paparazzi’s lights. Damian, caught between them, looked like a man seconds away from losing control.

Then the head of security rushed in, whispering something into Damian’s ear. His face went from pale to stone-cold in a heartbeat.

Aria noticed instantly. “What’s wrong, husband?” she asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Did your second girlfriend decide to crash the party too?”

Damian shot her a look that could’ve melted steel.

“Stay here,” he ordered.

“Excuse me?” Aria...