Allyson's POV
Michael's phone buzzed against his chest, the vibration pulling his attention away from me. His expression darkened as he glanced at the screen, and I could see his internal struggle - answer the call or stay by my side.
His thumb moved toward the decline button, ready to dismiss whoever was trying to reach him.
"Take it," I said softly, my palm resting against his solid chest. "It sounds urgent."
His muscles tensed beneath my touch. "Absolutely not. I'm not leaving you alone in this crowd."
A gentle laugh escaped me as I looked around the exclusive VIP area. "Michael, look around. We practically have this entire section to ourselves, and Orton and Lyanna are right there." I nodded toward the happy couple, still lost in their own celebration. "I can dance while you handle business."
His eyes burned with determination. "Not happening."
