d the crowd. Jenna stood frozen, her fa

aded, rushing forward to play the

and back, cradling her wrist and whimpering a

d Noah Beaumont. Noah, a Hollywood heartthrob whose presence caused a ripple of exci

voice low and furious. "You've made your point. Now

his stony silence a clea

nched into a dramatic, sob-filled account of

y cement his support for her, turned to the man stand

for everyone to hear. "This is Mr. Alexander. The Alexander. I flew him in from P

living legend in the fashion world, an artist who only worked with

t delight. This was Noah's ultimate gift, a public declaration t

cerning, swept past the preening Victoria. They moved over the crowd, searching, un

exander's face. It was the look of a master craftsm

stretched hand, he walk

smile froze on his face. Wyatt frowned,

moiselle," he said, his voice a rich, cultured baritone. "Would you do m

d into the stunned

f the ball, the guest of honor, the beautiful Victoria Beaumo

ia's face. It was a humiliati

ture had just backfired in the most spectacular

. Then, she understood. A true artist sees beyond the surface. He didn't see

irs of shocked, jealous, and con

uld be all mi

after you" gesture, and together, they turned to leave for the makeshif