He had no idea the man he was determined to avoid would be waiting for him tomorrow.
The night passed, the hours slipping by in a quiet, tense countdown. Finally, the day of the party arrived.
Central City buzzed with excitement. The news was everywhere. Maya Grayson, the eldest daughter of Governor A. Grayson, was getting married in two days, and the city's elite were already eager to catch a glimpse of the celebrations.
The evening had been carefully planned. Guests were expected to begin arriving at 7:00 p.m. for cocktails before the main celebration officially began at 9:00 p.m.
Back at Adrian's house, he sat on the edge of his bed, his complexion still a little too pale against the sharp lines of his face.
Leah walked into the bedroom, a worried expression on her face, a freshly pressed black suit draped over her arm.
