Jun-ho stepped out first. He was in character as the CEO of M&J Cosmetics, wearing a custom, night-blue tuxedo that perfectly enhanced the coldness of those black eyes I knew so well. Without looking at the flashes popping all around, he simply extended his hand to me inside the vehicle.
He looked so confident.
I accepted the touch.
— Gregory will pretend everything is fine — Jun-ho whispered, his voice so low that only I could hear. — Don't fly at his throat, and don't get close to him.
— I know — I replied, lightly squeezing his hand before letting go.
We walked down the red carpet. Jun-ho exuded that aura of natural authority that seemed to part the sea of guests ahead of us. At the top of the staircase, Gregory was waiting for us.
Dantes was radiant. He wore a light-gray suit and sported a smile that looked as though it had been exhaustively rehearsed in front of the mirror for decades. He held a champagne flute as if it were a scepter.
