CHAPTER 6
JACOB
I walked away from her. Reluctantly.
But the sooner I push Sophie Santellini out of my mind, the better.
The banquet hall is swarming with activity, people laughing and smiling as they walk in and out. There are servers carrying trays of champagne, decadent food, and delicious canapés.
On the stage of the big ballroom, a big jazz band plays aside glittering curtains as candles, golden chandeliers and champagne alike fill every corner of the room.
I take a deep breath, taking in the scent of cheddar cheese and dry-aged steak. My stomach rumbles as I make my way to the bar, ordering a scotch on the rocks.
I sip it, watching the fundraiser for art scholars and students through the renewed eyes of a millionaire.
I keep my eyes trained on the room, taking in the expensiv
