Ella
The charity gala was blinding—crystal chandeliers, designer gowns, and people who spent more on one outfit than Ella made in six months. She stood beside Lucas in a sleek black dress he’d had delivered that afternoon, her arm looped through his like they belonged together.
“Smile,” Lucas murmured against her ear, his voice low and steady. “They’re watching.”
Ella plastered on the brightest smile she could manage. Everyone believed it. The whispers followed them everywhere: Finally settled down. She’s so grounded. They look perfect together.
If only they knew the truth.
Lucas guided her through the crowd with effortless charm, introducing her as his wife with a natural ease that made her stomach twist. His hand rested lightly on her lower back—warm, possessive for the cameras. Eve
