Katelyn’s POV

The ballroom shimmered with elegance, golden chandeliers, champagne flutes catching the light, and a string quartet humming in the background.

I moved through the crowd with a practiced smile, scanning the sea of gowns and tailored suits for the client I had come here to meet.

But as the minutes stretched on, I realized he was nowhere in sight.

I circled the venue twice, checking the bar, the registration table, even near the auction display, but no luck.

With each step, the ...