Elizabeth POV
If someone had told me two months ago that I’d be flying to a wedding on a billionaire’s private jet with my husband, his best friend and Tessa. , I would’ve laughed in their face. But here we were—30,000 feet in the air, surrounded by champagne and the faint tension of first meetings.
Tessa eyes flicking to the man already seated inside.
“Who’s that?” she whispered.
I followed her gaze. Alex—Christian’s best friend , He looked up from his laptop as we entered, and for a second, his cool brown eyes locked with Tessa’s. Then he went right back to typing like she didn’t exist.
That, of course, made Tessa raise an eyebrow.
“That’s Alex,” I whispered back. “Christian’s best friend Works for the company. I think he runs the London division.”
Tessa slid into the seat across
