Chapter 93

I rose from the piano bench and made my way toward Tristan. Feeling nervous, my palms were sweaty, and my chest tightened uncomfortably. I knew I couldn't afford to lose my composure under the circumstances. If I did, it would look bad on me—and Tristan as well. As soon as Tristan spotted Jameson, he raised his wine glass in acknowledgment and offered a smile that concealed a hidden meaning. Then, he called to me gently, "Wyn, come over here." The composed expression on Jameson's face instantly darkened. He looked at me in disbelief. By then, I had already reached Tristan's side. Tristan gestured for me to take his arm. He then looked at Jameson, who looked extremely shocked, though a faint smile still lingered on his lips. "Wyn, don't worry," he reassured me. I fought to control my rising panic and nodded instinctively. It was impossible not to feel anxious, but I knew deep down that I could trust Tristan. I knew he wouldn't invite Jameson over to embarrass me or provoke him w