Lexi's POV
Our beautiful moment shattered like glass.
One second I was floating in post-engagement bliss, admiring the way my new ring caught the office light, and the next I was staring at the woman who'd made my life hell for the past few weeks.
Giselle Laurent stood in the doorway like she owned the place, her red lips curved in that predatory smile I'd come to despise. She was immaculately dressed as always, in a cream-colored designer suit that probably cost more than everything I own put together, her dark hair was pulled back in a severe chignon that somehow made her look both elegant and dangerous.
"Well, well," she purred, her French accent more pronounced than usual. "Isn't this touching? A proposal in the CEO's office. How very... corporate romance novel of you both."
Lucia
