ugh the tinted windows, casting shifting patterns across their faces. Isabella kept her hands folded neatly in her lap, trying to ign

r finally said, his voice low

meeting his piercin

ugged at his l

ing to let him see any vul

readable-amusement, perhaps, or a ch

ing up to the grand entrance of the ballroom. Flashing lights and a sea of cameras awaited them. Even from inside the car, she

sence commanding. Isabella hesitated only for a second before placing her fingers in his. The moment her heel touched the red carpet, a hush fell over

of onlookers. To them, he was untouchable-an enigma wrapped in wealth and power. And

ea of elegantly dressed elites. Women draped in designer gowns, men clad in tailored suits-each one a carefully curated image of perfection.

re Alexander leaned down, his breath warm again

of the perfect companion. It was a skill she had honed over the years-appe

ntries, shaking hands, flashing that calculated smile that never quite reached his eyes. He was a man

ouch that sent a slow heat curling through her. It wasn't just for sh

lse qu

arrangement. More than a car

just accomp

and Alexander was making sure sh