Jealous Eyes at the Gala

The moment we stepped out of the limousine, my breath caught in my throat. The grand façade of the Silver Moon Hotel loomed before us, transformed into something even more spectacular for tonight's charity gala. Crystal chandeliers glowed from within, casting golden light onto the red carpet that stretched before us.

"Ready?" Tristan asked, offering his arm with a smile that made his eyes crinkle behind his silver mask.

I nodded, grateful for his steady presence. "As ready as I'll ever be."

The instant we stepped onto the red carpet, camera flashes exploded around us. I blinked rapidly, momentarily blinded by the onslaught.

"Miss Beaumont! Over here!"

"Mr. Valois, is this your new girlfriend?"

"Seraphina, how does it feel to attend the same event as your ex-mate?"

The questions came from all directions, making my head spin. I gripped Tristan's arm tighter, feeling exposed despite the elegant midnight blue gown that covered me from neck to floor.