Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm gold glow over hundreds of guests.

Waiters in black tuxedos moved through the crowd carrying silver trays of champagne.

I walked inside, my chest tight with a mixture of anticipation and dread.

My eyes searched the room, scanning the faces of Boston’s elite.

I didn’t see Mark, and I didn’t see James.

Instead, my gaze locked onto a large banner hanging over the stage at the far end of the room.

*The Morrison Family Healing Center: A New Dawn for Pediatric Care.*

I stopped walking.

The name stared back at me in bold, elegant lettering.

“Victoria.”

I turned to see Daniel standing a few feet away.

He wore a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, but his eyes held the same quiet warmth I had grown to look for.

Beside him stood Chloe, wearing a red velvet dress with a white bow in her hair.

“You look like a princess,” Chloe whispered, her eyes wide as she looked at my dress.

“Thank you, sweetie,” I said, kneeling down so I was at her eye level. “You look beautiful too.”