Alessia's POV
"His private residence?" I asked, staring at Francis, certain I had misheard him.
He looked up from his tablet and nodded calmly, acting as though being invited to the home of the richest man in New York was the most normal thing in the world.
My stomach tightened immediately.
I had been so convinced we were heading to Kane Capital that I had spent the entire ride imagining walking into a sleek office building with intimidating employees who probably earned more money in a week than I had in a year.
Now I was apparently going to Sebastian Kane's house.
I immediately looked down at myself and sighed heavily. The fitted dress I had gotten from Kate suddenly felt too formal. It was professional enough for an office, but was it appropriate for someone's house?
As if sensin
