Audrey’s pov
The young lady glued to Matteo looked familiar.
That was the first thing that hit me.
Not jealousy. Not anger. Not even embarrassment.
The silence in the elevator was almost deafening. I stared at the brass railing, my reflection distorted and shimmering, while the lady shifted, the silk of her dress rustling.
Then, she turned her head, tilting it slightly and narrowing her eyes at me. Her eyes widened, and a flash of recognition lit up her face.
“Audrey? Audrey Milburn?”
I froze. My name sounded like an accusation. I looked up, forced to acknowledge the honey-blonde hair and the razor-sharp cheekbones. “Yes?”
“Oh my goodness! I thought it was you! I’m Lilith. Lilith Castle. We met at the Blackridge Charity Gala after-party a few years ago. You were wearing that incred
