Olivia Westview
My head started to pound.
It could’ve been the alcohol—after all, I’d had more than my fair share tonight—but I knew the real culprit. It was him. James Sinclair, standing just a few feet away from me, looking every bit as surprised as I felt.
I hadn’t expected to see him here, of all places. My heart began to race, beating so loudly that it drowned out the noise around me. As I stared at him, the words slipped out before I could stop them. “What are you doing here?”
My voice came out softer than intended. In that same instant, I let go of Anthony’s hand as though I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t have been. But what was I guilty of? I wasn’t sure, yet the shame that flushed through me felt all too real.
James’s face had paled, like he’d seen a ghost or somet
