ped out first. The camera flashes exp

g fingers into his palm. As she stepped out, she deliber

rm tightly around her waist, using his broad chest to shield her

r of the elite crowd died down for a fraction of a s

a glass of champagne, laughing with

e's hand and shattered on the marble fl

Isla's. Next to the authentic Verve masterpiece, Ja

e fury. She thought Isla had manipulated Curtis

th and gasped softly. "Oh no," she whispered, just loud

A cruel, mocking smirk touc

hem. They ignored Jaylene entirely, fawning

critic known for destroying ca

. "Who let that garbage into the room? Look at the hemline

muffled laughter. They pointed at Jayl

Tears of absolute humiliation well

finger right at Isla's face. "You manip

tely behind Curtiss's back, grabbing handf

d out and grabbed Jaylene's pointing

screamed

s said, his voice dropping to a demonic whisper, "I wi

ulling her back. "Mr. Coffey, please, she didn'

sla and walked straight toward the VIP lounge, leaving Jaylen

tered the hallway, Isla peeked out from und

cold, and dripping wi

washed over her face as she realized the weak cousin

shrieked, grabbing Collette's arm and pointing wildly at the emp

ted us enough tonight. Are you hallucinating now?" The surrounding guests shook their heads, whispering about Jaylene's pathetic, hysterical breakd

ge, Curtiss let go of Isl

ing her burn?" Curti

her eyes. "I feel awful," she cried

d through his hair in frustra

the VIP lounge sud

walked in. He had a r

breath completely st

e. He followed her gaze. His eyes locked ont