Lillian's POV.
“I miss you.”
His words rang in my head throughout the charity event. I wanted to run back into his arms, bask in his manly scent and rub my head against his chest. I don't care if that sounded cat-like. All I cared about was the way he made me feel.
I was there, but not really there. I shook hands. I smiled. I posed for pictures and nodded when spoken to. But inside, I was floating in a daze I couldn’t shake off.
Nathaniel’s voice, his eyes, had imprinted themselves into me all over again. The sincerity in his tone, the way his lips had trembled just slightly when he said it... It undid all the walls I had built brick by brick.
And the worst part? I believed him.
Diana, ever the social butterfly, tried her best to pull me back into the present. She dragged me from one table to the next, cracked jokes, handed me champagne and whispered snide comments about the badly dressed elites.
But even her sharp wit couldn’t draw me out tonight.
“Lilly,” she said, nudging me during
