With me

Viviana's POV

The room felt warmer than it had a moment ago.

Or maybe it was just me.

I stood near one of the tall cocktail tables, fingers curled around the stem of my glass, trying to look composed while my thoughts spun wildly. Music drifted through the banquet hall, laughter rising and falling in soft waves, but all I could hear were the murmurs from earlier.

Who is she?

Where has she been al