Chapter 46 The Faultline

• The morning of the gala arrived cloaked in tension.
• Ariana stood in front of the full-length mirror in Damien’s penthouse bedroom, her reflection perfectly still, yet the woman staring back was anything but calm.
• Her midnight gown was a tailored weapon. The neckline dipped low enough to command attention, the cut hugged her like second skin, and the thigh-high slit hinted at defiance. Her hair was coiled into a sleek twist, exposing her neck, her shoulders, the vulnerability of her pulse.