Zyron's Pov
The grand ballroom of Austen's Hotel sparkled with chandeliers, their brightness reflecting across the smooth marble floors. The orchestras elegant waltz blended with laughter and the clinking sound of glasses. But all this magnificence still did not make me feel part of it.
I was by the huge glass window taking in the city view. The night was vibrant with lights—the streets looked like stars scattered everywhere. I squeezed my champagne glass with my hand more tightly than before. The gold liquid of which was catching the reflection of the ballroom lights, yet it tasted more bitter than sweet on my tongue.
"Babe. There you are."
Savannah's voice, warm but soft and with a lot of feeling, disrupted my thoughts. I turned to see her coming, the silver dress she was wearing catching the light. She looked gorgeous—she was even glowing. A woman any man would be proud to call his partner.
However, the heaviness in my chest became even worse when I went back to the window;
