ALINA
Dressed in a black dress, with Vincent by my side, I walked into the birthday dinner of Clifford from Won Enterprise, our newest investor.
I was a bit surprised by the setting of the dinner, as I expected a hall with small, round tables of four, not one long table with about thirty chairs arranged side by side, with varieties of food and drinks placed on a rotating table in the middle.
The entire setting felt more intimate than I expected, with soft music playing in the background and conversations flowing freely around the table. Several familiar faces were already seated, laughing and talking over their drinks.
“Ms. Voss!” Mr. Clifford called from the end of the table, waving us over. “Come, I reserved a seat for both of you beside me.”
Vincent’s hand tightened around mine bef
