Chapter 3: Call Me Sarah
Sarah
The night of the charity gala arrives, and I'm a vision in a shimmering emerald gown that clings to my curves like a second skin. My auburn hair falls in soft waves around my face, and my lips are painted a daring shade of red. I am not always 100 percent confident in how I look, but tonight, I feel great.
Daddy escorts me into the ballroom, and I feel the crowd's eyes turn towards us.
But there's only one pair of eyes I care about tonight.
I scan the room, my heart racing in anticipation. And then, I see him.
Matthew is standing near the bar, his tall frame impeccably dressed in a tailored tuxedo. He's talking to a group of men, his expression serious, his posture commanding. Even from across the room, his presence is magnetic.
I take a deep breath, straightening my shoulders. It's showtime.
I look at my father and smile. "Do you mind if I leave you to mingle?"
He smiles back at me admiringly. "Of course I don't mind, sweetheart. You don't need your old dad following you around. Go ahead and have fun."
"Thank you," I say and give him a kiss on the cheek before making my way toward Matthew.
As I draw closer, I catch snippets of his conversation. He's discussing the company's latest financial projections.