Chapter 4
The instant my foot hit the red carpet, a wave of silence washed over the line of high-society reporters.
Security detail pushed back the eager crowds as I walked up the marble steps with effortless, sovereign grace.
I didn't stop for photos or answer shouted questions from tabloid journalists; I simply walked straight into the grand ballroom.
Inside, twelve hundred of the most influential people in America were sipping champagne under massive crystal chandeliers.
Julian was standing near the central ice sculpture, holding a glass of scotch while surrounded by major venture capitalists.
Victoria was leaning against his shoulder, laughing loudly at a joke made by a senior bank executive.
Evelyn was busy boasting to a group of socialites about her son’s impending deal with Sterling Investment Group.
“Julian’s firm is about to secure a two-billion-dollar credit line from Sterling tonight,” Evelyn announced loudly.
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“It will make my son the youngest self-made billionaire on the East Coast!”
I stepped into the center of the ballroom, my diamond choker catching the light like a constellation of stars.
