Amari held herself back from speaking.
Alexander smiled gently, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly. "Don't be afraid. If you're nervous, I'll go with you later."
Amari took a deep breath.
He was right—there was no turning back now.
She had come too far to let fear dictate her actions. If anyone should feel ashamed or burdened, it was Sebastian. He was the heartless one. What had happened between them wasn't her fault.
Meanwhile, Jayden was still standing on stage with a charismatic smile plastered on his face. "At gatherings like these," he began, "people usually whisper among themselves in private, exchanging possibilities behind closed doors. But tonight, I've decided to try something different. A new approach."
Everyone in the ballroom watched him with interest, curiosity rising in their eyes.
