The soft hum of classical music floated through the restroom, mingling with the faint scent of roses and expensive perfume.
Jean stepped inside, her heart fluttering with excitement. She’d finally made a breakthrough with Tobias — or at least, that’s what she wanted to believe.
She leaned toward the mirror, her hand steadying on the marble counter as she reapplied her lipstick for the third time that day. Her reflection stared back at her — poised, flawless, pretending not to tremble on the inside.
Tonight’s dinner with Tobias felt monumental. After nights of planning and overthinking every detail, she wanted everything to be perfect. Eight years ago, she’d had Tobias in the palm of her hand — and then she lost him.
This dinner was her chance to fix things.
Tobias Hawthorne had always
