She glided into the center of the room, immediately commanding it. Her eyes found Alex almost instantly.
There was singing, clapping, camera flashes, and the ceremonial cutting of the cake. Everyone hovered around her, all waiting for their turn to shine under her spotlight. Then came the presentation of gifts—wrapped boxes in designer bags, envelopes discreetly slipped into her palm, laughter and dramatic thank-yous.
Then Alex stepped forward.
His posture was elegant, confident, and cool. He reached into the inner pocket of his blazer and pulled out a white envelope.
He handed it to Whitney.
She opened it. And then she screamed.
Her high-pitched squeal cut through the music. She jumped up, wrapped her arms around his neck and—without warning—planted a very wet, very deep kiss on his lips.
The room gasped. Cameras flashed. Applause stuttered.
