When Clyde returned to the living room, he couldn't find Micah among the guests. The room was filled with laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the low hum of overlapping conversations. Crystal chandeliers reflected warm golden light over polished floors, and the scent of expensive perfume mingled with the sweetness of fresh flowers arranged on every table. Yet for Clyde, all of it faded into background noise. His eyes scanned the crowd carefully, moving from one familiar face to another, but none of them were the one he was searching for.
A faint crease formed between his brows. Clyde's gaze sharpened, sweeping past the buffet table, past Jacob speaking to Graham Sandford, past Elina smiling graciously at Jacklin.
