(THIRD PERSON POV)

Hailey hadn’t expected to see Dorian that night. She had barely stepped away from her mother’s side when his familiar scent reached her sharp cologne and something warm, like smoke and citrus. He looked effortlessly charming as usual, his dark hair slicked back, his suit tailored to perfection. He was standing in the midst of about eight young beautiful ladies, each of them exquisitely dressed. When his gaze found hers across the ballroom, he smirked, the kind of smirk ...