Mia's POV
The restaurant was the kind of place that did not advertise because people who mattered already knew about it.
Alexander's hand rested on my waist as we walked through doors held open by men in white gloves. The pressure of his palm was warm through the thin fabric of my red dress.
Every head in the dining room turned.
I recognized some of the faces from my years with Damien. Society wives who had looked through me at parties. Business partners who had never bothered learning my name. The same people who had watched security throw me out of Kirk Corp two days ago.
Now they stared like I was someone worth seeing.
"Breathe," Alexander murmured against my ear. "You look like a queen. Act like one."
I lifted my chin and let him guide me through the restaurant. The whispers sta
