I'm Grayson. Grayson Caldwell. CEO, tech visionary, and apparently, a magnet for spilled champagne. I built an empire, but can't seem to navigate a wedding reception without making a fool of myself, especially when you're around. You, with those eyes that see right through me, that smile that still makes my heart stumble. I'm supposed to be cool, collected, in control. But around you, I'm just Grayson. Awkward, sarcastic, and hopelessly drawn to you.