Chapter 41: Confrontation
(Roxana's POV)
I was no stranger to scrutinizing gazes like Landon's. Julian had looked at me even more intensely when we first met. I knew anyone familiar with that man would be struck by my features, regardless of how similar we actually were. I wanted to avoid such comparisons. Noah was still beside me, and any slip of the tongue could expose my identity. I kept my head down, but everyone in the private room followed Noah's gaze toward me, including Landon, whose subtle examination made me feel uncomfortably pressured.
In desperation, I tugged at Clara's sleeve, asking her to help serve the tiramisu, deliberately raising my voice to change the subject.
"Clara, would you mind sharing some of that dessert? It looks divine," I said, my voice ringing clear
