Trevor’s expression remained composed.
Only he knew what he’d just discovered.
The butterfly brooch he had given Rose was a limited-edition design.
Only a handful existed anywhere in the world.
Even wealth wasn’t enough to guarantee ownership.
The jeweler offered an exclusive personalization service, and Trevor had taken advantage of it.
On the back of Rose’s brooch...
A short French phrase had been engraved just for her.
The one that had fallen from her dress...
Had no engraving at all.
It wasn’t the same brooch.
Someone had replaced it.
But when?
More importantly...
Why?
Trevor lifted his eyes.
Ryan stood only a few feet away.
Their gazes met.
Ryan neither looked away nor offered any explanation.
His face revealed nothing.
He remained impossible to read.
Trevor didn’t ask any questions.
Not here.
Not today.
There would be time to investigate later.
For now...
Neither he nor Rose needed to know that anything had happened.
Trevor smiled politely.
"I’m afraid I can’t stay."
"My daughter’s friends are waiting for us."
"If you’ll excuse me."
Ryan gave a slight nod.
Nothing more.
Trevor walked away.
Oliver watched him disappear into the crowd before turning to Ryan with obvious irritation.
"Ryan..."
"I’ve got to say..."
"I think Mr. Robinson is playing this a little too smoothly."
Ryan said nothing.
Oliver lowered his voice.
"He knew you and Rose were still married back then."
"Doesn’t that make him the guy who stepped into someone else’s marriage?"
"And now he acts like nothing ever happened."
Oliver shook his head.
"Then they invite you to the party on top of it."
"I honestly don’t know how you’re keeping your cool."
Ryan’s response was as brief as ever.
"Mm."
Oliver blinked.
"That’s it?"
"Just ’mm’?"
He looked ready to lose his mind.
Before he could continue...
James walked past them.
His expression was colder than usual.
His eyes lingered on Ryan for only a moment.
Then he said quietly, "Who exactly has the right to be angry?"
His voice carried a sharp edge.
"We all made our own choices."
Without waiting for a response, James continued toward another table.
Oliver stared after him.
"...James?"
Then he looked back at Ryan.
"What is going on with you two?"
Ryan offered no explanation.
Oliver sighed in frustration.
Lately...
It felt like everyone knew something except him.
*****
James didn’t look back.
He also paid no attention to Alicia.
She stood where she’d been left, lowering her eyes.
The place where James had grabbed her wrist still hurt.
Clear finger marks remained on her skin.
She understood what that grip had meant.
It hadn’t been anger.
It had been instinct.
Protection.
He hadn’t wanted her anywhere near Ariel.
Alicia bit her lip.
She drew a quiet breath before approaching Ryan and Oliver.
"Good evening, Mr. Knight."
"Mr. Brown."
Oliver forced a polite smile.
"Good evening."
Ryan’s eyes drifted toward Alicia for only a brief second.
She instinctively looked up.
Their eyes met.
His expression remained distant.
Emotionless.
A heartbeat later...
He looked away as though she weren’t there.
Without offering even a greeting...
Ryan walked on.
Oliver hurried after him.
Alicia stood alone again.
Her fingers unconsciously twisted the edge of her dress.
*****
Outside the resort...
A woman wearing a baseball cap and oversized sunglasses stood across the street.
Samantha.
She stared at the brightly lit hotel.
Luxury cars arrived one after another.


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