Chapter 46 A Gala Of Masks

• The towering glass doors of the Whitaker Gala opened with a flourish, revealing a sea of glittering chandeliers, sleek tuxedos, and floor-length gowns. Ethan’s grip on Clara’s waist was firm, grounding. His tailored black suit cut a sharp silhouette against the opulence, but it was Clara who drew every eye.
• She wore a deep emerald gown that shimmered under the lights, its plunging neckline softened by delicate lace. Her dark curls framed her face in loose waves, and confidence radiated off her in waves.
• Keep your distance. Their eyes will be on them," Ethan whispered in her ear, his breath warm on her temple.