Daniel’s POV

The gala ballroom glittered with crystal chandeliers, champagne flutes catching the light, the low hum of power deals disguised as small talk.

I stepped through the entrance with Serena on my arm, her emerald gown slicing through the sea of black tuxedos like a blade.

Heads turned. Of course they did.

She was breathtaking, like a siren wrapped in silk and honey, and every man in the room knew it. I felt their envy in their eyes. But she was mine.

For the first hour, I was ...