THE BRIDE HAS BEEN REMOVED.

lunch has been closed.”

Silence.

Camille stared.

The investors stared.

Adrian blinked once slowly.

“What?”

The maître d’ lowered his voice.

“The account belonged to Miss Laurent.”

My account.

Not his.

Never his.

The room became painfully awkward.

One of the Fontaine executives quietly reached for his coat.

“We should probably continue this another day.”

And just continue reading …