I want the deal
The café was quiet that afternoon, tucked away in one of the discreet corners of the city where no one of importance came. It was the kind of place that thrived on anonymity, perfect for whispered confessions and forbidden meetings. Lady Bianca Langford stepped inside, her gloved fingers clutching her pearl white handbag, her eyes scanning the room with the same sharpness she used in high-society ballrooms.
When she spotted Tessa already seated in the farthest booth, sipping lightly from a glass of water, her perfectly arched brows furrowed. She hadn’t expected this—Tessa reaching out to her, and in secret at that.
“Tessa,” Lady Bianca said, her voice wrapped in silk yet sharp as a blade. “Imagine my surprise when I received your message. I almost didn’t believe it was
