Chapter 56
- NOVEMBER
- The moment we step into the venue, the scent of too much expensive perfume and overpriced candle wax hits me. Warm lighting spills over the sleek wood floors and up the tall marble columns. Everything glitters with deliberate expense, the glassware, the ceiling, the egos.
- Sean’s hand rests low on my back, then slides briefly to my waist. Not possessive. Protective. At least, that’s the excuse I file it under.