James completely ignored Noah's remarks and walked straight over to Lavinia's desk. Leaning down, he glanced at the bouquet on her table and commented, "This style is nothing like you. It doesn't suit you at all. Since when did your taste take such a turn for the worse?"
Leaving those words behind, James turned and left without looking back.
Lavinia instantly knew what he meant by "bad taste." She muttered a curse under her breath, annoyed.
Just as she finished grumbling internally, a message from James popped up on her phone.
'You have 20 minutes to get ready. I'm waiting in the car.'
A chill ran down Lavinia's spine.
What was going on today? Whatever she feared the most always seemed to come true!
*****
At the private garage, Claire arrived just moments af
