The Cole mansion glowed like a diamond that night.
Rows of cars lined the driveway, their headlights cutting through the night air.
Soft music drifted from the open doors, and laughter echoed around the grand hall.
Waiters moved gracefully between tables, holding trays of champagne and wine.
Grace stepped into the hall, her blue satin gown catching the light.
Her heart beat faster as she scanned the crowd.
Everyone looked elegant, too perfect, too polished. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside her.
But she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her.
Her eyes darted to the entrance, to the corners, to the crowd.
For a second, she thought she saw him, the man in the black hoodie, standing near one of the marble pillars. She blinked, and he was gone. Again. Just like before.
She shivered slightly and tried to focus on something else. Donald.
