Victor’s POV

The tension I had felt previously, the ball in the pit of my stomach in knots with frustration and not knowing what was going on, was beginning to subside now that I was indoors. I didn't want to accept what was said with Elijah, didn't want the weight of it hanging over me the rest of the evening. Tonight was about Rose. It was.

I pushed against the crowd, scanning the room with desperate hope. And there she was—standing there, still beautiful, still unchanged, still ...