CHAPTER 84

  Olivia's POV

  I stood in the living room, surrounded by laughter and the sweet scent of chocolate cake. The party was in full swing, and I couldn't help but feel a little out of place among these glamorous, successful people. But Christopher's presence beside me was oddly comforting, like a warm blanket on a chilly night.

  I watched James cut into the massive cake, distributing slices to the eager guests. Christopher's off-key singing during "Happy Birthday" still echoed in my ears, making me smile. Who knew a billionaire producer could be so endearingly terrible at something?

  As I nibbled on my sinfully delicious slice of cake, my eyes constantly drifted to Christopher. He was in his element here, effortlessly charming everyone with his wit and charisma. It was intoxicating.