Lily POV)

My heart pounded as I stepped into the ballroom, the chandeliers casting light that made my black gown shimmer with dimming light.

I felt like a fraud, dressed up as Tony Stark’s wife, when all I could hear was Alex’s voice in my head: You’re nothing, Lily. Pathetic. Seven years of his words cut deep, and now I was surrounded by rich people who’d see right through me. My hands shook, clutching my clutch too tight.

“Lily, you’ve got this,” Tony said, his voice low ...