(Emma's POV)
My heart nearly stopped when Alexander's eyes met mine. Recognition flickered in his gaze, and I felt panic rising in my chest. The intensity of his stare made me want to shrink away and disappear.
"Have we met somewhere before?" he asked, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.
I quickly lowered my eyes, remembering Victoria's threats. The memory of her cold, menacing voice echoed in my mind, making my palms sweat.
"If you ever appear before me again, you'll regret it for the rest of your miserable life."
"N-no, sir," I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady. "You must be mistaken."
My fingers fidgeted with the hem of my worn servant's uniform. The contrast between us couldn't be more stark—him in his tailored designer suit that probably cost more than I'd earn
