Genevieve sat on the edge of the bed the next morning and stared at Sebastian’s business card for a long time. The silver letters still looked sharp under the soft light. She picked it up once, turned it over in her fingers, then set it back down on the table.
“No,” she said out loud to the empty room. “Not yet.”
She refused to make the same mistake twice. She had trusted a charming man before without truly knowing him, and that choice had cost her almost everything. She would not rush into another partnership with someone she barely understood, no matter how tempting the idea of revenge felt.
She stood up and pushed the small table away from the wall. She moved the armchair closer to the window where the light was better. She stacked clean notebooks and pens on the table. Within minute
