The second Brayden and I stepped into the ballroom, silence fell. Heads turned. People whispered. I could feel every gaze crawling over me.

I walked in on Brayden’s arm, the midnight silk gown clinging to me like it had been poured onto my skin. Alessia walked beside us, her nails hooked into Brayden’s other arm. The picture of a perfect wife, except her jaw was clenched so tight she could’ve cracked her veneers.

“Bringing both?” I heard a woman whisper behind her champagne ...