Lara's POV
The moment we stepped into the grand hall, all eyes turned to us. Aiden’s palm rested firmly on my waist as he guided me through the sea of guests with practiced ease. I could feel the stares—admiring, curious, and some judgmental—but I lifted my chin and focused on the man beside me. I couldn’t help but notice her. Elena. She stood at the edge of the hall, her sparkling evening gown clinging to her like it was designed to remind everyone she was the star of the evening. Her sharp gaze flickered toward us, narrowing slightly as her eyes settled on Aiden’s hand resting firmly on my waist. I pretended not to notice her obvious disapproval, focusing instead on the grandeur of the room. Glittering chandeliers hung above, casting a warm golden glow over the elegantly dressed crowd. Soft music played i
