~VALENTINO’S POV~
Was this the woman I married?
I stared at her, stunned, as she rose from her seat, slow and poised, like a queen in a court full of kings. She adjusted her dress lightly at the hips, her chin lifting with grace, and I could swear the temperature in the room shifted.
There was fire in her—not forced, not loud. Just natural, and absolutely astonishing.
God, she looked stunning.
Mr. Herrera leaned back in his chair, fingers still folded beneath his chin, watching her like a man waiting to be proved wrong.
I could hear Jerome’s breath hitch slightly. Mine almost did too. I hadn’t expected her to speak up. I wasn’t even sure she would.
But here she was, standing in front of international investors, about to answer one of the most challenging business questions thrown at
