The gala swallowed me, an extravagant swirl of activity where the lights were dimmed, and flutes of champagne were liberally filled, the bubbles dancing on the surface like tiny fireworks. Loud laughter echoed across the room, drowning out the unremarkable jazzy tunes that played softly in the background.I fidgeted with the cuffs of my tuxedo for what felt like the third time, as I ried my best to appear calm when I was far from it. Beside me, Devon lounged, casually sipping a vibrant yellow drink. He looked unfazed and blissfully oblivious to the impending chaos that loomed over us.“She still hasn’t returned my call,” I muttered, stealing another glance at my phone, the screen illuminating my frustration for what was probably the fiftieth time that evening.Devon, engrossed in his drink, didn’t bother to lift his gaze. “Surprising? With that tabloid scandal hanging over your head?”“I didn’t kiss her,” I said, defending myself. “you know that.”“The pictures, my friend unfortunatel
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