Liora's POV
The meeting should have left me feeling proud.
For the first time since moving to New York, I had walked into a room full of powerful clients and executives and felt like I belonged there. The presentation had gone well. The clients had been impressed. Several people had approached me afterward to compliment my work, and Clara had looked more pleased than I had ever seen her.
I should have been celebrating, but instead, I was standing near one of the refreshment tables trying very hard not to look across the room.
Unfortunately, that became impossible the moment I saw Alice. I recognized her immediately. Of course, I did. Alice was not the kind of woman people forgot.
She looked elegant as always, her dark hair falling perfectly around her shoulders, her designer dress pro
