Waiters circulated with champagne.
Politicians posed for photographers.
Hospital executives greeted donors.
The room glittered with power.
And standing in the center of it all was Ethan.
Perfect.
Confident.
Admired.
Exactly where he wanted to be.
I arrived fifteen minutes later.
The room noticed immediately.
Not because I made a scene.
Because I never did.
I wore a silver gown from a Paris designer.
Simple.
Elegant.
