Ava into the crowd, his hand a cold, impersonal weight on her back. He navigated

's the man of the hour! And this must be the lovely Scarlett. The muse we've heard

rect him. He just smiled, a tight, forced smile tha

an's gaze, her hand tightening on Ethan' s arm. "It's so wonderful

ke, her voice quiet but fi

My apologies, Mrs. Thorne. It's just... well, E

nt, to be invisible, to let the lie stand. The anger in his eyes was so intense it felt like a physical blow. He

ention back to the group, her eyes landing on Ava with a condescending smirk. "Ava is an artist," Sc

: Ava was not fit for thi

d her completely, leaving her to stand alone at the edge of conversation

ed, his voice low and furious. "You

she was your

scene." He grabbed her arm, his fingers digging i

ck against her skin. "I'm leaving," he said, his voice flat. "I'm

eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She would not give him the satisfaction. As she turned to go ba

oon?" one of

one cooed. "Did your husband

he first one said, pulling a small vial from her purse. Before Ava could react, the second woman grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms.

Ethan's car pulling away from the hotel, Scarlett in the passenger