Alexander’s POV
I straighten the cuffs of my crisp white shirt, the soft cotton fabric smooth beneath my fingers. The charcoal-gray suit I’ve chosen for today is tailored to perfection, hugging my frame with precision. Picking up a navy-blue tie, I step in front of the mirror. The morning light filters through the blinds, casting a sharp gleam on the polished surface.
As I lift the tie to my collar and begin to knot it, her face appears. Her eyes, her soft yet unyielding gaze, lock onto mine through the reflection. For a moment, it feels as though Claire Montgomery herself is staring back at me, her expression unreadable but haunting. My breath hitches.
Isabel.
No. I force myself to focus on the tie. My hands falter as I mutter, “I think I might have been so foolish in believing too mu
