Aiden's POV

The doors to the Grand Ballroom and Genevieve strutted in beside me, practically glowing with self-satisfaction, while I did my best to look like I gave a damn.

The murmurs of approval rippled through the crowd, and Genevieve soaked it all in, her smile widening with every whispered compliment.

I, on the other hand, was doing my best impression of a mannequin. My tux was immaculate, not because I cared, but because Genevieve had insisted on it. “You have to ...