Alexander Hale's POV
I sit on the couch, the dim light of the chandelier catching the deep red swirl in my glass. Each sip of wine burns softly down my throat — a warmth that does nothing to calm the storm I know is coming.
The door bursts open.
Serena strides in, fury written all over her face. I don't even lift my eyes. I keep sipping, calm as ever.
She slams a tablet onto the table in front of me. The sound echoes through the quiet room. "You have any idea what's going on?"
"I know," I say quietly, not even blinking.
Her eyes widen. "Then why the hell are you sitting here so calmly, Alex?"
Finally, I look up. This woman… always so loud, always about control. I stare at her for a moment and say evenly, "What do you want, Serena?"
"What do I want?" she snaps. "I want you to do something! Daniel just proposed to that filthy boy — in front of the media! The whole world knows now!"
I take a slow breath, set my glass down, and say, "He loves him, Serena. You should accept it."
