Chapter 416

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Delia’s POV

By the time the last important names had arrived and the doors were closed, the ballroom was full. Conversation rose in polished waves. Servers began moving with champagne. I stood near the side of the stage and watched Katia laugh at something Julian said. The silver dress caught the light again. She looked like she belonged there without effort. I looked like I had fought my way in and was still catching my breath.

Noah took his place near the front. He did not glance in my direction. The message was clear enough for anyone paying attention. The marriage existed on paper. It did not exist in the way he stood or the way he failed to touch me or the way he left me alone at the edge of the room.

I poured myself a glass of water I did not want and held it tightly enough that the cut glass bit into my palm. The jealousy refused to settle. It mixed with the older humiliation until everything inside me felt scraped raw. Katia sat at the main table in a dress that made mine look like a safe choice. Julian sat beside her like the past two years of my life had never happened. And somewhere in this building a man I had married that morning could not even be bothered to stand next to me.

The lights dimmed slightly. A staff member appeared at my side.

“Mrs. Vesper,” he said quietly. “We are ready to begin the introductions p>

I set the glass down, smoothed the front of my dress, and walked toward the side of the stage with my head high.

The silver dress still burned at the edge of my vision.

I smiled anyway.

The lights in the ballroom dropped another degree. Conversation softened into a low hum. I stood at the side of the stage with my hands folded in front of me, the platinum band cold against my skin. A staff member gave me a short nod. It was time.

Noah walked up the side steps first. He did not look at me. He never did when it mattered. He stopped at the center of the stage, adjusted the microphone once, and faced the room with the same unreadable expression he wore in every meeting.

“Good evening,” he said. His voice carried cleanly. “Thank you for joining us tonight. Before we begin the formal program, I would like to make a personal introduction p>

A ripple moved through the tables. People shifted in their seats. I felt the weight of hundreds of eyes turning toward the stage.

Noah turned his head slightly in my direction. Still no softness. Only the signal.

I stepped into the light.

The heat of the spotlight hit my shoulders. I kept my chin up and my smile in place, the same smile I had practiced in the car mirror on the way over. Emerald dress. Straight spine. Ring visible under the lights.

“This is my wife,” Noah said. “Mrs. Delia Vesper p>

For one full second the ballroom went completely quiet.

Then the whispers started.

I felt them more than I heard them. Heads turning. Phones tilting just enough to capture the moment without being obvious. I kept the smile steady and let my gaze move across the main table exactly once.

Julian’s expression did not change. He watched me the way he watched every unexpected variable enter a room. Measuring. Filing it away. Katia sat beside him in that silver dress that still made my own choice feel smaller. Her face showed nothing at first. Then her eyebrows lifted a fraction. Surprise, followed by something sharper. Not jealousy. Assessment. She looked at the ring on my finger, then at Noah, then back at me.

I held her gaze for half a second longer than necessary and smiled a little wider.

Let her see it. Let her sit there in her perfect dress and process the fact that the woman she had reduced to a laughing stock that afternoon now carried a different last name. A name that was about to mean something in this city.

Noah continued without missing a beat.

“We appreciate your presence tonight as Vesper Group takes its first public step in New York. There will be time for conversation later. For now, please enjoy the evening p>

He stepped back from the microphone and walked off the opposite side of the stage. He did not offer me his arm. He did not wait. I followed at a controlled distance, the way I had followed him out of his office the morning we signed the papers. The message remained the same. The marriage existed for the room. It did not exist for him.

As soon as I cleared the stage, the volume in the ballroom rose. Conversations restarted with new energy. I heard my name attached to the word Vesper more than once. Some of the same people who had avoided my eyes for weeks now tracked my movement across the floor. The ring suddenly felt heavier and more useful at the same time.

Adrian appeared at my elbow.

“You did fine,” he said under his breath. “Stay visible. Mingle. Do not go near the Windsors unless they approach first p>

“I know how to work a room p>

“Then do it without creating a headline p>

He moved away. I took a glass of champagne I did not plan to drink and began a slow circuit along the edge of the tables. Compliments came quickly now. The dress. The ring. The surprise of the announcement. I accepted each one with the same practiced warmth I had used for years. Inside, the jealousy from earlier still sat unresolved.

Katia’s silver dress kept catching the light every time I glanced toward the main table. She looked calm. Untouched by the murmur that now followed me. Of course she did. She had walked into this room already winning.

I was halfway through a shallow conversation with a donor’s wife when I felt someone stop beside me.

Katia.

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