Dianne Blake stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror, twisting the strap of her emerald-green dress nervously. The color was bold, confident, and just enough to make a statement without screaming for attention.
Her phone buzzed on the counter — a message from her older sister, Maya, who was away on a business trip in Paris.
Maya: You look amazing, Di. Don’t let him intimidate you. And remember — he’s just a man. You’ve got this.
Dianne smiled faintly, typing back quickly.
Dianne: Thanks, Maya. I don’t know why he keeps getting under my skin…
Maya: Because he’s Roy Sinclair, and no one makes him look like he’s losing control. Just breathe, little sis. Professional first.
Dianne set her phone down, trying to steady her nerves. “Just a meeting. Professional. Nothing more,” sh
