Chapter 5

The moment the words left my mouth, all the air was sucked out of the opulent ballroom.

Wall Street titans, socialites, and reporters locked their eyes on me. White roses imported from Holland, a towering champagne fountain, glittering crystal chandeliers, and guests in elegant pastel evening wear. And there I was, a dark stain in a funeral-black dress, completely shattering their decadent illusion.

Lucas snapped out of his shock. He strode toward me, his voice a low, dangerous warning. "Serena, do not do this here."

I ignored him. I panned my phone camera across the sea of guests, my voice…