CHAPTER 188

—CHRISTIAN—

Black has always been my favourite colour.

Silent. Deadly. Impenetrable.

I felt at home in it, like shadows merging with the inky wells of night. Yet in the span of a second, she’d upended that as she had every other thing in my life since the day I crossed paths with her.

Heat poured through my blood as Jennifer walked in front of me and slowly turned, taking in the lavish decor.

The museum’s long-running elephant display served as a thirteen-foot-tall centrepiece while projections of marine

life danced on the walls, giving the illusion that we were underwater.

Black-clad servers circulated with champagne and hors d’oeuvres, and a stage sat at the far side of the room, waiting for the host to climb on and congratulate everyone on how much money they’d raised at the end of

the night.

The seats for this event were eight thousand dollars a pop.

I’d spent more than that on her dress, and it’d been worth every cent.

“This is beautiful,” Jennifer breathed, her attention rest