Violet (Selena’s POV)
I took a deep breath outside the door that leads to the private tea room, smoothed down my skirt, and forced my shaking hands to stop.
I needed to be professional. I needed to be Violet Stone, the confident designer, not the terrified woman who had run away from that crying stranger this morning.
I walked inside. The room was warm, and it smelled like expensive tea and sweet pastries. Two women were sitting on a plush velvet sofa. One of them was the beautiful woman I had briefly seen at the airport yesterday. She stood up with a bright, welcoming smile.
"Ms. Stone. Please, come in," she said, extending her hand. "I am Belle. Lexus’s fiancée. I am so thrilled to meet you again."
"Thank you, Belle. It is an honor," I said, shaking her hand. Her grip was strong, a
