Kylie’s POV
As the tension from the evening’s events still lingered, I watched Graham retreat to the restroom, clearly flustered and embarrassed by the spilled wine. My instincts told me to help him, despite the turmoil he had caused earlier. Logan, sensing my intent, stepped forward to follow.
“Should we help him?” I asked quietly, glancing at Logan.
Logan nodded. “I have an extra shirt in the car. Let’s head to the valet and get it.”
We made our way through the bustling party, weaving between guests who were blissfully unaware of the drama unfolding. As we reached the entrance, Logan flagged down a valet. “Could you please bring my car around? There’s something I need from it.”
The valet nodded and hurried off. As we waited, I turned to Logan. “Thank you for this. I know it’s not your responsibility, but it means a lot.”
Logan gave me a reassuring smile. “It’s nothing. Graham might have been out of line, but everyone deserves a chance to save face.”