The dinner
Caroline pov
I turned, expecting to see some smug, elderly guest with too much champagne and too little manners.
But Instead, the woman who spoke was a middle-aged woman who had a presence that made the crowd instinctively part for her.
She was stunning, not in the soft, sweet way, but in a sharp, commanding way. As if the whole world revolves around her.
Her dress shined like black diamonds, perfectly made, with her hair that was pinned into a sleek, flawless style that I know probably took hours to perfect. Obviously from her attire, she was the most dressed of all the guests..
Every movement she made was measured, elegant, and graceful.
Cold eyes, perfect makeup, and a chilling gaze . It was obvious without needing any introduction.
Xavier’s mother.
A woman who owned
