Chapter 25 A Chance Encounter

• Naomi's POV
• The gala's lights were dazzling—too intense, too bright. As I moved through the crowded room, I maintained a low stare, concentrating on the smooth marble floors beneath my heels. I felt like a shadow in the midst of the clamor of conversation, laughter, and clinking drinks.
• "Keep your head up," Elijah whispered next to me in his silky voice. "This is your night, Naomi. Let them see the artist, not the woman hiding in plain sight."