Third Person POV
The corridor outside the private lounge carried the muted elegance of the Grant estate.
Golden wall lamps spilled soft light across polished marble. Distant laughter drifted faintly from the banquet hall below, wrapped together with violin music and the clinking of crystal glasses.
But between Harrison and Raina…
The air felt sharp enough to cut.
Raina slowly pulled her wrist from Harrison’s grasp, the movement graceful but firm. Her champagne gown shimmered beneath the lights like poured gold, but her expression remained cold.
Untouched.
Untouchable.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
Not warm.
Not affectionate.
The kind that came before a blade landed.
“Mr. Vernon only came to wish Grandma a happy birthday,” she said coolly. “What is this, Mr. Gr
