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I took a long gulp of peach schnapps, feeling the sweet burn rush down my throat and somehow giving me a hint of courage in my chest, even though it didn't do a thing to ease the prickly awareness of Elias's gaze boring into me from across the room like an unrelenting spotlight.
He might as well take a picture at this rate...so irritating, the nerve of that little shit.
I tried to keep my back to him, focusing instead on the sea of tuxedos and shimmering gowns around me, pretending to be just another guest enjoying the spectacle rather than a man frantically trying to avoid a public breakdown.
The venue looked even more surreal under the shifting chandelier light, crystals sparkling all around, laughter echoing like waves, and the jazz quartet playing something slow and sultry, making the whole scene feel like the beginning of a fancy soap opera.
Then I spotted her.
