Ciara's POV
Mrs Ravenford stood up, admitting the obvious. She was done with the conversation, and she wanted him to know that. I managed to meet Tristian's eyes as I left the room. It was cold, and its meaning was clear.
Tristian Ravenford wanted to have absolutely nothing to do with me.
I followed her, my head hung in shame. I hadn't uttered a single word during their exchange, and I was irritated with myself. What had I wanted to say? Begging him was going to be too pathetic, and that was not how I wanted to look before the man of my dreams. I was desperate to have him in my life, but I didn't want him to see that desperation.
Outside, I slipped into the Honda Odyssey 24 Mrs Ravenford owned. It was a sleek vehicle, it spoke of spic and span wealth, it reeked of luxury, and
