The Charity Gala

Diane's POV

The soft rustle of my gown seemed deafening as Joan and I made our way into the grand ballroom.

The annual charity gala for underprivileged children had already started, the air filled with the gentle hum of conversation and the tinkling of champagne glasses.

Despite everything that had happened with Liam, I couldn't bring myself to miss this event. The cause was too close to my heart, and I refused to let Liam's actions dictate my life any further.

"You okay?" Joan whispered, giving my arm a reassuring squeeze.

I took a deep breath, forcing a smile. "I'm fine. We're here for the children, remember?"

Joan nodded, her eyes scanning the room warily. We both knew Liam would be here – as one of the biggest sponsors, his presence was all but guaranteed.

The thought of seeing him after the incident at the farmer's market made my stomach churn, but I steeled myself. I wouldn't let him see how much he had shaken me.