Katelyn's POV

When we reached the venue, the place was already buzzing with soft conversation and the clinking of glasses. People were finding their seats, exchanging greetings, and settling in. I had barely put down my bag when Ethan walked past behind me, his steps unhurried.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him leaning and slipping something onto my seat before straightening again. No one else seemed to notice, and he didn’t glance my way.

I sat down a moment later, feeling the edge ...