Elliot’s POV I saw Scott walk out of the ballroom and I suddenly became uncomfortable. He didn’t look back. Not once. His shoulders were tight, head high, but I knew that walk. I’ve seen it every time I pushed him away. The same proud, stubborn line of his back that always made me want to drag him back and fuck the fight out of him This time it felt different. I know he his hurting Isabella stepped up beside me, with a champagne glass in her hand, and a smile perfect for the cameras. Under her breath she said, “Breathe. People are watching.” I forced myself to act normal as we posed, smiled and accepted congratulations. The second we were alone in a private sitting room, I dropped to a couch. Isabella closed the door and turned to me. “I know you love him. I’m not your enemy, Elliot.” I stared at her. “Did you see his face?” “I did. And I also saw yours.” She sat on the edge of the couch, smoothing her dress. “Our arrangement still stands. I will protect your secrets. While y
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