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host to the most coveted event of the season-the Knight Foundation Gala. Political leaders, society elites, and billionaires in tai
s didn't b
r figure but whispered of borrowed elegance. She had come on behalf of the art gallery where she worked, tasked with quietly en
y gave Elena w
ike these had everything handed to them, while she had clawed her way through life since childhood. She adjusted t
she f
cing through the noise
om, Adrian Knight
's most powerful. His black hair was swept neatly back, his jaw strong, his expression unreadable yet magnetic. Around him, people hovered-b
hing. The connection w
Why would Adrian Knight-one of the richest, most desired men in New York
colded herself. He's marri
placement for the auction, but when she glanced up again, he was closer. Cro
ing th
th, with just enough rou
sibly close, his presence consuming. She forced a poli
wasn't quite a smile. "Extravagant is what my fam
? "Maybe I've seen enough to kn
d with interest. "And wha
even engaging with him? "Dist
en them. Then, unexpectedly, he chuckled
Most people here would ne
e trying to impress you." Sh
ickered in his eyes-longing? Recognition? Elena couldn't tell. But be
n, dar
utiful in an icy, untouchable way, she slipped her hand through her husband's arm poss
t Elena felt the shift.
ed politely, stepping back.
sharp. "Yes, it is.
that, Elena
e he allowed Cassandra to pull him back into the c
oor into one of the quieter hallways of the estate. The music and chatter faded beh
just happene
Yet the memory of his eyes burned into her,
ing as she drew in a shaky breath. The city lights sprawled before her, dazzl
o escape
was. Adrian Knight, alone, his bowtie loos
dry. "You shouldn'
, stepping closer, "but
silence, with the night wrapping around them, Elena knew with a t

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