The charity gala was in full swing.

Layla shone in her red gown, captivating the room.

I stood beside her, scanning the crowd. Searching for Reginald Thornton.

“Layla, have you seen him?” I whispered.

“Not yet,” she replied, casually sipping her wine like a random guest.

We got the news yesterday that Reginald would be at this charity event and we decided to attend so we could see for ourselves.

“That bastard!” I cursed underneath my breath.

“Relax, honey. We'll catch him.” Layla said, smiling as she blinked her glass with mine.

“We always have,” I whispered back.

We mingled with the guests who swarmed around us to get our...