The industry's annual charity auction gala was in full swing, and Bruno, still publicly known as my fiancé, was naturally expected to attend with me.
He'd been waiting downstairs early.
He'd even thoughtfully prepared a bouquet of lilies—flowers I didn't care for in the slightest.
"Agatha, there's a sapphire necklace tonight that I know you'll love. No matter what it goes for, I'll win it for you. How does that sound?"
He held the bouquet out to me.
I took it.
Then tossed it straight into the trash.
"I like daisies."
Bruno's expression froze mid-smile.
He scrambled to follow me into the venue, apologizing the entire way.
The ballroom was packed with the city's elite.
The moment we stepped inside, envious glances landed on us from every direction.
Bruno straightened up immediately.
He thrived on this kind of attention. His grip on my arm tightened without him even realizing it.
As if he really were the flawless golden heir the Henson name promised.
But all of this was part of my plan.
Just as Bruno was settling into the evening, convinced everything was going smoothly, certain he could bask in the spotlight all night—
The unexpected arrived.
His phone began vibrating relentlessly.