The morning light filtered softly through the large windows of the Lockwood penthouse, casting a warm glow across the sleek, modern furnishings. Grace Lockwood sat at the dining table, her fingers gently tapping against the delicate porcelain coffee cup in front of her. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, but it did little to calm her restless mind. Instead, it only served as a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded at the charity gala just a few nights prior.
The memory of that evening lingered vividly in her thoughts, replaying like a film on a loop. She could still feel the warmth of Alex’s hand on the small of her back, the way he had pulled her close during their dance, and the intensity in his eyes that had made her question everything she thought she knew abou
