Riley's POV

"You don't have to do this," Brett says for the third time as Marcus adjusts his tie in the front seat of the limo. "We can turn around right now."

I smooth down my emerald green dress - the one Brett bought me months ago but I'd never felt worthy of wearing. Tonight feels different. Tonight, I'm choosing to stand beside him.

"I'm not running anymore," I tell him, though my palms are sweating. "Besides, someone needs to make sure you don't scowl at the donors."

Marcus chuckles from ...