ALINA
While getting ready for my dinner with Vincent, the television in the background continued to broadcast the breaking news surrounding Alex Wember’s arrest. Every channel seemed to be covering the same story—the once-respected businessman now being linked to a major drug scandal.
I stood in front of the vanity mirror, tilting my chin upward as I carefully applied a fresh coat of red Fenty lipstick. The bold color glided smoothly across my lips, completing the look I had spent the last hour perfecting.
A gentle knock sounded against my bedroom door.
Before I could respond, the door swung open and David stepped inside, an iPad tucked beneath his arm.
“I got a picture,” he announced.
I met his gaze through the mirror’s reflection, arching a brow. “What picture?”
“The picture of th
