Ana's POV
A sleek car pulled up to the hotel entrance, and Dorian stepped out. I stood there with my group, waiting by the doors.
I'd chosen a white embroidered dress that hugged my waist just right. The makeup I'd applied made my features look fresh and delicate—I felt confident about my appearance tonight.
Dorian spotted me and paused for a moment before his expression went cold. He walked over with that familiar stern look.
Relief flooded through me when I saw him—like someone had thrown me a lifeline. "Mr. Rosemary, do you have an invitation? Mr. Patterson didn't give me one, but he told us to go in together."
Dorian pulled out his invitation and handed it to the host.
Finally, I could breathe easy. But then his next words hit me like a slap across the face. "I don't know her."
He didn't even look at me as he strode straight into the hotel.
I stood there frozen, staring at his back as he disappeared inside.
