“Call me if you need anything. I’ll be right outside,” Renne said as she pulled the car to a stop before Denison Fashion’s towering glass doors.
“Thanks, Renne,” Emma nodded faintly, then turned in her seat to kiss Ethan’s cheek. “Be good, okay? Mommy will be back soon.”
“Uh-huh. Bye mommy,” Ethan grinned, his tiny hand waving as she stepped out.
The chill of the evening wrapped around her instantly. With a deep breath, Emma adjusted her blouse and clutched her purse tighter, forcing herself forward.
The rhythmic click of her heels echoed through the near-empty hallway of Denison Fashion’s private suite. Each step felt like walking toward something inevitable. Her heart pounded against her ribs— steady, wild, betraying her calm facade.
It’s just dinner, she reminded herself. Just a
