Serena’s POV
The limousine pulled to a stop outside a restaurant so grand it looked like it belonged in a movie.
Its façade gleamed with gold accents, chandeliers visible through the windows, their light spilling onto the cobblestone street.
My heart pounded as I clutched the black purse, the red dress clinging to my curves, the diamond necklace cold against my throat. The driver, a short man in a crisp suit, opened my door and nodded towards the restaurant. “Miss Voss, go inside. My boss will meet you soon.”
I swallowed hard, my nerves jangling like crazy. “Okay,” I said, forcing a nod, my heels wobbling slightly as I stepped out.
The night air was cool, but it did little to calm the storm in my chest.
Who was this? Victor Crane, setting a trap? Or some stranger with worse inten
