We attended a charity gala that night.
Cameras flashed. I wore a red dress. Adrian held my waist. We looked like the perfect couple.
"Smile," he whispered through gritted teeth.
"I am," I said, forcing it.
But then... something changed.
As I laughed politely with guests, I caught Adrian watching me. Really watching.
Not with anger—but with something softer.
Maybe it was nothing.
But maybe… it was the start of something.