Daniel looked at me, an apologetic expression crossing his face.

“I have to go do the official greeting,” he said. “Will you be okay for a few minutes?”

“Of course,” I said, squeezing his hand. “Go. I’ll find a glass of water.”

He led Chloe toward the stage, leaving me alone near the edge of the ballroom.

I took a deep breath, trying to process the revelation.

The man I was falling for was the primary benefactor of the place where I worked.

I walked toward the beverage station, my heels clicking softly on the polished hardwood border of the room.

“Well, look who finally decided to step out of the ward.”

The voice was sharp, dripping with a familiar condescension.

I turned and found myself facing James Hendricks.

He held a glass of scotch, his eyes scanning me from head to toe with a critical squint.

“James,” I said, keeping my voice flat. “I didn’t think you’d actually be here.”

“The board always invites me,” James said, stepping closer. “Though I must say, you cleaned up better than I expected for a nurse.”