Henry's POV...
The room froze.
Lucian's voice—sharp, cold, and dangerously loud—cut through the music and murmur of the gala like a blade slicing through silk. Every head turned, every conversation halted mid-sentence, every glass paused halfway to eager lips. The silence that followed was suffocating, thick with unspoken judgment and curiosity.
"I SAID I'M FINE, CAMILLA!"
I turned sharply, my eyes scanning the crowd until I found them. Camilla stood frozen a few feet away from Lucian, her hand dropped to her side, her face white as a sheet. Her eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted, as if she were still processing the sudden eruption of anger from the man she loved. The room was staring, cameras flashing, whispers rippling through the crowd like a wave.
