Richmond POV
I sat in Vanya's living room, watching her sketch jewelry designs with the concentration of a master artist, and I felt my heart swell with an emotion I had never experienced before. The way her face lit up when she drew, the careful attention she paid to every line and curve, the passion that radiated from her as she explained each piece - it was beautiful to witness.
She had no idea that the man sitting across from her owned jewelry stores, manufacturing facilities, and distribution networks that could turn her dreams into reality overnight. But I couldn't tell her that. Not yet. If she knew who I really was, would she still look at me with the same warmth and trust? Would she still share her hopes and fears with me like she did now?
"What do you think of this one?" she a
