Claire's POV
The party was everything I hated— loud, extravagant, and filled with people who seemed more interested in showing off than enjoying themselves. I sighed, taking another glance around the crowded hall. Strangers were everywhere, mingling effortlessly in their designer gowns and suits, while I felt like an outsider trapped in the middle of someone else's story.
If I had my way, I would have slipped in unnoticed, spent a polite amount of time pretending to enjoy myself, and disappeared before anyone even realized I was here. But that plan had gone out the window when Damian Storme decided to personally escort me to the party.
Damian, with his easy charm and magnetic presence, had effectively ruined my plan to remain invisible. All eyes turned to us as soon as we entered. Whispers floated through the air like a bad tune I couldn't get out of my head.
"Who is she?"
"Why is Damian Storme with her?"