The evening air outside Calvin's penthouse was crisp, carrying the faint scent of the city that never truly slept. Marrin adjusted the elegant folds of her dress, taking a deep breath before stepping inside. The dining room was bathed in warm candlelight, the amber glow reflecting softly off crystal glasses and polished silverware. Every detail of the table setting screamed wealth, power, and refinement, yet beneath that surface of perfection, Marrin's mind was far from settled.
Tonight was not just another dinner. It was a delicate dance of appearances, a balance between charm and calculated strategy, and, as always, the lurking shadow of her past life's memory. She had to maintain control. She had to appear composed, flawless, almost untouchable.
Calvin stood as she entered, straighten
