Silver rose to her feet with a bright, welcoming smile, her dress shimmering as she moved like flowing silver water. She walked toward them, her arms outstretched. "You came," she said warmly.
"Of course we did," Ethan said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Wouldn't miss this for the world."
Adrian gave Lorenzo a fleeting glance before turning his full attention to Silver. "You look stunning. And powerful."
"Like the queen you are," Marcus added.
Silver laughed softly, looping her arms through theirs as she led them to the VIP section. Reporters whispered, cameras tilted, and eyes followed.
But she didn't glance Lorenzo's way. Not once.
Lorenzo's brow lifted ever so slightly. His jaw ticked as he observed her from his seat, watching her beam at the men who surrounded her like guards at a palace gate. He hadn't expected her to acknowledge him with affection—not after last night—but he didn't expect to be so... completely dismissed either.
