Rosette's POV
Andrew returned from his emergency trip on Wednesday, and the entire office was buzzing with preparations for the major press event launching the new luxury campaign.
I had dressed carefully in a professional navy dress, determined to focus on the work. But the moment I stepped into the elegant event hall on the top floor of Voss Tower, my stomach dropped.
Andrew stood near the center of the room, looking devastating in a perfectly tailored black suit. On his arm was a woman who seemed to belong in a different world — tall, graceful, with sleek blonde hair swept into an elegant updo and wearing a designer gown that accentuated her sophisticated beauty. Elena. His ex-fiancée.
She smiled up at him with familiarity, her hand resting lightly on his forearm as cameras flashed
