The music from the main event hall echoed faintly as she and Stefan stepped out of the room. Her heart still pounded with the remnants of tension from their meeting with Mr. Rogers.
She glanced sideways at Stefan, his jaw tight and unreadable. He hadn't said a word to her but she could sense the weight he was carrying. And she felt it too—the guilt, the helplessness, the worry that she'd somehow messed everything up.
When they took a corner just before the main hall, she stopped, turning to him. Her fingers nervously played with her purse as she took a steadying breath.
"Baby," she began softly, her voice tinged with remorse, "I'm… I'm really sorry."
He turned toward her, his brows furrowed, confusion flashing across his face. "Sorry?" he asked.
She nodded, blinking back the sting in her eyes. "About Mr. Rogers. About the deal. I know this was all my fault. I know how important Mr. Rogers was to the company and… maybe if I'd handled things better or if I hadn't frozen up—"
