CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN – HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT

The annual Storm Enterprises Charity Gala was always a highlight on the social calendar, but this year it carried extra weight. At least for Kayla. She navigated the crowds of glittering guests with a seemingly calm, affable demeanor, greeting donors and partners with her trademark easy charisma. But beneath the polished veneer, she was coiled tighter than a steel trap, every sense laser-focused on a single objective - scrutinizing Sienna's every move. "Looking ravishing as ever, Ms. Danvers," came a baritone purr in her ear. Kayla turned to find Marcus Salina, powerful media mogul and longtime Storm ally, giving her an unmistakable once-over. "Keep those wandering eyes in check, Marcus," she chided with a teasing lilt. "You know how Lance gets." Salina's grin widened fractionally. "Speaking of..." He inclined his head toward the center of the buzzing gala space. Kayla's gaze followed his, instantly locating Lance near the bar area. And hovering at his side like a sleek panther