Amelia POV

The dress code said black-tie optional.

I chose simple black. Knee-length. Modest neckline. Professional armor for an event I don't want to attend.

"You look beautiful." Harper adjusts my necklace. Simple silver. Nothing flashy. "But you look terrified."

"First company event since the divorce." I check my reflection one more time. "I'm allowed to be terrified."

"You're Senior Strategic Analyst now." She reminds me. "You belong there more than half those people."

True. But ...