Lana’s POV
I stared at the invitation on my phone screen one more time.
“Private dinner with Mr. Devonte. Discussing potential expansion of the Mirelle line. 8 PM. Villa Rosemont.”
Julian’s warning echoed in my ears from earlier that morning.
“You’re not going alone, are you?” he asked, his brow furrowed as he stood in the kitchen, freshly brewed espresso in hand. “This guy gives me bad vibes.”
“It’s just a meeting,” I replied lightly, adjusting the collar of my blouse. “I’ll be fine. Elli trusts him.”
Julian didn’t look convinced. “I don’t. If he tries anything, call me immediately.”
I gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “I will. Promise.”
I didn’t.
I knew Julian was still torn about leaving for Vienna. Elli’s sudden illness—whether real or not—had shaken him. And while I wanted t
