The city shimmered in the late afternoon light; its skyline bathed in golds and soft blush tones as the sun dipped low behind the high-rises. Victoria sat beneath the striped awning of a rooftop café nestled in the upscale northern district—an intentional choice. Everything about this place screamed curated elegance, from the gold-rimmed menus to the quiet hush between tables. Perfect for two women of status to be seen while keeping their conversation far from prying ears.
Across from her, Blair slipped off her sunglasses with practiced flair, letting her chestnut curls fall perfectly over one shoulder. She scanned the menu, though Victoria doubted she’d eat much.
“This place is divine,” Blair purred, lips glossed and smiling. “You really do have excellent taste. But I suppose you Royals
