***The Gala***

The ballroom glittered like something out of a fairy tale.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting light across marble floors. Women in designer gowns floated between tables. Men in expensive suits gathered in clusters, laughing at jokes Emma couldn't hear.

She stood next to Daniel at the entrance. His hand rested on her lower back. Possessive. Heavy. Like a brand.

The blue dress he'd demanded she wear felt too tight. The necklace he'd given ...