Ethan followed the crowd's gaze toward the entrance.
Sebastian walked in unhurried, every eye in the room drawn to him instantly.
The dark, immaculately tailored suit fit him like it had been built around his frame, the fabric catching the light with every measured step. Composure radiated off him without effort.
His expression stayed carved and severe, sharp features cut clean, something cool and unreadable in his eyes.
More than a few of the wealthy young women in attendance couldn't seem to look away.
Ethan's mouth pressed into a thin line, a thought surfacing unbidden.
Is he actually here tonight because of Naomi?
"Excuse me a moment, Mr. Sinclair," Ethan said, already moving toward Sebastian and Miles.
Chloe made to follow, only to catch Ethan's warning glance and hold back, l
