Chapter 119. Dylan Voss… Will You Marry Me?

Helene POV

After the chaos of the paparazzi outside, we finally stepped into the grand ballroom. and the sight hit me hard. The place looked insane, massive chandeliers dripping with crystals, soft golden lighting, elegant round tables covered in black and gold decor. Old classmates were everywhere, dressed to impress, laughing, taking selfies, and catching up like the last few years never happened.

For a second, it felt good. Like old times.

I stayed close to Dylan, smiling politely as people greeted me. Some were genuinely surprised at how I looked now. Others were clearly fishing for information. I kept my answers short and calm.

But I could feel eyes drifting the entire time.

Dylan’s eyes. They weren’t on me. They were on Freya’s.

He couldn’t stop staring. Even as we walked through the crowd, his gaze followed her like a damn magnet. Even while standing beside me, his gaze kept drifting back to her. Every time their eyes met, he looked