She wore a deep-V red gown, the cinched waist accentuating her stunning curves.
Her skin was snow-white and flawless.
She was audaciously beautiful, a stunning and captivating vision.
The contrast was brutal.
Vivian Linton, who had been sparkling just a moment before, was now completely outshone by Holly Sinclair, left leagues behind.
As Holly Sinclair looked over, Tristan Sterling's eyes met hers.
Their gazes collided in mid-air.
Her expression was cold.
His was furious.
A silent, cold smirk touched the corner of Holly Sinclair's lips.
'He's with Vivian Linton.'
'And she was on Brandon's arm.'
'It was tit for tat. They were even, so what right did he have to be angry?'
'Besides, my relationship with Brandon is completely innocent, unlike the ambiguous mess between him and Vivian Linton.'
Holly Sinclair met Tristan Sterling's gaze head-on, her own beautiful face showing not a hint of guilt. She was entirely in the right.
