Game over.
But before they can gather themselves, Logan shifts the momentum, his eyes flicking toward me for the briefest moment, warmth softening his steel.
“There is something else,” he says, his tone deepening, and the sudden hush that falls over the hall feels almost reverent, as though everyone senses instinctively that what comes next is not about business at all. Logan takes a step forward, away from the podium, and gestures toward me.
“You’ve all speculated, written your stories, drawn your conclusions about me, but today I end the speculation. This woman is the love of my life. Madeline O’Connor Santora, soon to be Madeline Rossi, is my fiancée,” Logan continues.