While the ballroom roared with applause and congratulations, Benjamin's hand clamped down on Nick's arm. His voice was low, sharp, and unyielding.
"Let's talk. Now."
Nick didn't flinch. He met his father's glare head-on and replied with equal firmness, "Alright. Let's talk… with my fiancée."
The word fiancée carried through the air like a challenge.
He turned back to the guests, his arm sliding possessively around Georgia's waist. His smile was charming, but the edge in his eyes didn't fool anyone paying close attention.
"Everyone, thank you for your support. Please, enjoy the party. I'll just be selfish for a while and steal her from you all—if you don't mind. I just want to monopolize my fiancée now." His smirk drew a round of laughter, easing the crowd as they shouted playful remarks before letting the couple go.
