Chapter 313
Vivienne
It's like it's just the two of us in this room, the way she looks at me.
The crowd fades. The music dims. The glittering chandeliers and designer gowns and important people all blur into background static. There's only her. Those dark eyes, fixed on me like I'm the only person in existence.
I look away first. I have to. If I don't, I'll do something stupid—walk to her, touch her, claim her in front of everyone.
I keep walking.
But our eyes meet again.
Across the ballroom, through a sea of bodies, through the careful distance we're supposed to maintain,our gazes lock. And for one suspended moment, the world disappears.
She's leaning against a pillar near the garden doors, one hand holding a champagne flute, the other resting casually at her side. But there's nothing casual about the way she's looking at me. It's focused. Intent. Hungry.
My breath catches.
I should look away. I need to look away.
I can't.
