Chapter 23 Rescued By Damon

Kimberly’s POV The grand ballroom was a blur of glittering lights, champagne glasses clinking, and the soft murmur of polite conversation. I had barely taken in my surroundings before my nerves began to overtake me. The room was filled with faces I didn’t recognize, and many of them were influential, wealthy businessmen, high-ranking socialites, and politicians. I didn’t belong here, and the gnawing feeling in my gut only grew stronger as I clutched the glass in my hand.