And a person you refuse to look at is a person who can see you perfectly.
Chapter 11 — The Gala
On the night of the gala, sixty of Greenwich’s most important people gathered in the ballroom of the estate.
Orchids filled the foyer.
Servers moved through the crowd with vintage champagne.
Above the marble fireplace hung the enormous projection screen, waiting for Odette’s warm family film.
Maeve wore ivory and pearls and moved through her guests like a woman restored to her throne.
Lyra arrived in emerald silk.
Dorian worked the room in a custom tuxedo, laughing, expansive, a man performing a happiness he had stolen the funds for.
Only Rhys looked wrong.