Alexander turned to the crowd, his expression hardening. “It takes a particular kind of person to find humor in someone else’s misfortune,” he said, his voice carrying across the courtyard. His gaze settled on Chloe and her group of friends, who suddenly found their shoes very interesting. The laughter had died, replaced by an uncomfortable silence.

He turned back to Emily. “Let’s get you some dry clothes and a towel,” he said gently, leading her away from the pool. He signaled to one of the event staff, who hurried to find something for Emily to wear. As they walked, Alexander spoke quietly to her, his tone reassuring. “Don’t let these people get to you. They’re not worth a second thought.”

Emily nodded, grateful for his kindness. She hadn’t expected anyone to stand up for her, let alone someone of his stature. As she changed into the dry clothes provided to her, she wondered why a man like Alexander Reed would even care about what happened to her.