Dahlia's POV
The suffocating atmosphere in the room dissolved the moment Denton made his entrance.
Excited murmurs rippled through the gathering as the girls craned their necks to get a better look. "Who's the guy walking with Mr. Connor?" someone whispered behind me.
My eyes drifted upward, and our gazes locked for a split second.
A faint smile ghosted across his features, so brief I almost missed it.
"That's Vince Connor, Denton's son," came the response, making me freeze in recognition.
My eyes widened in shock. Vince? The same round-faced boy who used to steal my lunch money back in high school?
