Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 85

A rich, heady scent of whiskey drifted through the luxurious, spacious VIP suite.

A French crystal chandelier bathed the room in a decadent, champagne-gold glow.

Nanette was there with her agent, Linda Chang, attending a high-roller's party thrown by the city's elite.

The moment Nanette walked in, she realized this was no ordinary gathering.

Familiar faces from the A-list were everywhere-Oscar-winning actresses, Golden Globe darlings, women who usually carried themselves like queens suddenly mingling shoulder to shoulder.

If these big names had all shown up tonight, it could only mean one thing: someone truly important was in the room.

Linda leaned in, lowering her voice.

"See those men on the black leather couch in the back? The ones who look like they walked out of a GQ spread? Heirs to some of the most powerful families in Capitol City."

Linda's gaze shifted, and she sucked in a breath.

"Oh my God-look! The guy in the yellow shirt-that's Victor, the Brooks family's crown prince. I can't believe he's here tonight. This is major!"

She nudged Nanette, excitement flashing in her eyes. "Listen, tonight's your shot. Make sure you stand out. If Victor even glances your way, opportunities will fall into your lap. These people-just a crumb from their table and you'll be breaking into Hollywood before you know it.”

for a few years now-she'd gotten used to these kinds of parties, the unwritten rules, the

still had to

when she heard Victor's name,

glanced over at the

rich and famous. He was strikingly handsome, his features sharp and magnetic. The yellow shirt and black dress pants he wore seemed almost casual on him, his long legs stretched out as

the back of the sofa, the other held a glass of neat whiskey. Even at a glance, it was obvious: this

important person in the room. Nearly every woman's gaze clung to him,

half-lidded, he surveyed the room with an air of detached amusement, as if nothing could truly interest

had been desperate to find Victor the other day.

to Linda. "I need

serious? Now's the time to be mingling, not making phone calls!

a quiet corner to dial Isadora's number. Ring...

a

What's up?" Isadora's voice was as

why's your phone

about to call you, actually.

other day? Did you find him? If not, you should get over here—he's

hesitated at Victor's name, thoughts flashing to her latest misadventures and the little

your party's