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Chapter 19

The Mayson Art Galleryshimmered beneath crystal chandeliers, the light refracting off polished marble and glass like something suspended between reality and illusion.Tuxedos and couture drifted through the space, a study in elegance and wealth, the air perfumed with florals and expensive cologne.Laughter moved softly through the room, punctuated by the delicate swell of a string quartet.

I wore a black gown cut low enough to make a point without making an apology.It skimmed my body with intention.Olivia stood beside me in emerald-green dress, her baby bump rounding the silk beautifully.Her hair was swept into a loose chignon, diamond studs catching the light when she turned her head.

“You sure about this?”she murmured as I accepted a champagne flute.

“I’m sure.”I took a measured sip.

“You do realize Creed is here.”

“I’m aware.”

Her lips curved.“And you’re wearing the hell out of that dress.Are you trying to punish him or torture him?”

“Efficiency,” I said lightly, lifting my glass to my lips again.“Why choose?”

She laughed under her breath.

I felt him before I saw him.

The room shifted, subtle but unmistakable.My body reacted first, tightening, alert.Creed stood near a marble sculpture, his black tuxedo immaculate, dark blond hair perfectly disordered in a way that never looked accidental.He wasn’t scanning the room.He was already looking at me.

I didn’t meet his gaze.That would have given him leverage.

“I’m going to get you something non-alcoholic,” I said to Olivia.

As I crossed the room, I could feel his attention tracking me, a weight between my shoulder blades.My pulse quickened despite my resolve.I handed my empty glass to the bartender and ordered for Olivia and a dry martini for me.

“Peyton.”

His voice slid over me, smooth and deliberate.

I paused but didn’t turn.

“Enjoying yourself?”he asked.

I looked back, meeting his eyes for the first time.His expression was calm, but tension sat tight along his jaw.

“Immensely.”

Something dark flickered in his gaze.

“You didn’t bring a plus one,” I said evenly.