Chapter 43: Dinner & Conversations
Cavier had expected to see Cielle tonight.
What he hadn’t expected—what actually made him pause for a full second when she stepped outside—was just how different she looked.
Not just physically. Sure, the form-fitting baby blue dress was a sight to behold, a sharp contrast to the loose, comfortable clothes she used to favor when they first met. And yes, the sleek way her hair was pulled back, the subtle shimmer on her skin, and the confidence in her stride made her seem almost untouchable.
But it wasn’t just the dress, or the way she carried herself, or the perfume that wrapped around him when she got close.
It was her presence.
She wasn’t the same girl he had first met—skeptical, withdrawn, unsure of where she fit in this world of crime and power.
