[ESTELLE]
I didn't know where I stood anymore. Were we still dating? Was I technically single? Was I emotionally attached to a man who might now consider me a distant stranger?
Was I back to square one?
Back to stalking him again?
Damn it.
So, I did what any reasonable woman would do in my situation.
I dressed up.
I put on my best dress—short, sparkly, tight in the right places, and 10% morally questionable. Paired it with heels that defied gravity and dignity. Threw on enough perfume to seduce an entire department store and set off to a charity gala I knew Damien would attend.
If I couldn't reach him at home, I'd ambush him in public.
Classic move.
The venue was glitzy, all glass chandeliers and overpriced hors d'oeuvres I couldn't pronounce. But I wasn't here for the ambiance.
I scanned the room.
And then—I saw him.
Damien Cole Frizkiel.
