‘Alia woods!’
Grace and Grayson’s eyes widened at the same time. Grayson squeezed Grace’s hands tightly. Alia had a glint in her eyes and Grace couldn’t understand what Alia was thinking. Alia brought her hand forward and Grace shook her hand like a professional keeping her composure.
The handshake that followed was a dance of strained politeness, a facade masking the tumultuous emotions swirling beneath the surface. Grace managed a tight-lipped smile, her mind racing with memories of a time when Alia's presence had cast a shadow over her relationship with Grayson since college days and in the end, won just before their marriage.
Grayson, normally composed, found himself at a loss for words. The unexpected reunion with Alia, especially on the day of Grace’s success, created a web of te
