Aria’s POV
“This is nice. I want my birthday hall looking just like this,” the client says, her eyes sweeping over the final design on the screen.
I smile, maintaining the perfect balance of warmth and professionalism. “Of course. I deliver the best,” I reply with confidence, my tone smooth, certain.
She stands, smoothing her designer dress, and I rise with her, following as she makes her way toward the exit. With a final nod of approval, she steps out, leaving me alone in the meeting room.
Sinking back into my seat, I grab my phone from my bag, my lips curving into a wide smile. This was a big win—a major client Aunt Victoria had recommended me for—and I want to tell Roy.
My hand hovers over the screen, but before I can call, my mind drifts back to last night. The way Roy had dropped
