Everyone was holding their breath, doing their best to shrink into the background and not draw any attention.
Julian stared out the window, his handsome features icy and unreadable.
Nobody guessed he was thinking about Madeline back in the Capital, who always managed to get under his skin.
Was she going to embarrass herself tonight?
He scoffed quietly. Honestly, what did it matter to him?
Why should he worry about her? She was the one who wanted nothing to do with him. She wanted to take the kids and leave, so he left the Capital to make it easier for her.
She didn’t want to see him, so he made himself scarce. He was giving her the distance she clearly wanted.
He kept telling himself he was doing the right thing. He was forcing himself to let her go.
He was also trying not to think about her. But after two days here, it was only getting worse. His nerves were frayed, and his old insomnia had come roaring back.
He couldn't stop picturing her face. He knew he shouldn't think about her, but the harder he tried, the more she haunted him.
And every time she popped into his head, he’d remember that night. The jealousy. The anger. The way he hated seeing her around other men.
The more he thought about it, the more the anger built up inside him, until he could barely stand it.
But then he remembered it was her birthday. Getting embarrassed at your own birthday party… There was something almost pitiful about that.
Maybe he should go back. Just check in, see how she was handling things…
It was the perfect excuse. At least, that’s what he told himself.
Julian turned and walked out.
…
The ballroom was quickly filling up. The space was huge and luxurious, with pink and white roses everywhere, their sweet scent floating through the air and making the place feel like something out of a fairy tale.

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