Fiona’s POV Present I come back from the memory as if someone has yanked me out of it. Jeremy still stands near me, uncomfortably close. "--- the right one for you." He's saying something that I haven't heard. Before I can ask him to move back, an odd clicking sound comes from the far corner. I
I watch as Rowena’s face transforms. She plasters on a fake smile and tries to engage the prince, but he doesn't respond to her. Instead, he dismisses her coldly, not even acknowledging her presence. Then, he casually takes a fig tart and places it on his plate, turning to me with a wink. “I didn’t
Fiona’s POV I cock my head to the side and concentrate on the noise. Am I mistaken? Could fatigue from the relentless presentation preparation be playing tricks on my mind? Questions swarm through my thoughts, but deep down, I am certain of what I heard. Without a doubt, it was the voice of my wo
I send one last prayer to the Goddess above that I don’t appear as nervous as I feel. Then, I take a deep breath, and address the audience. “Good morning, everyone. I am Fiona from Silver Moon and I am not going to stand here and open up a presentation for you.” At that, I see the people in the aud
Micah’s POV Throughout the presentation, I can't tear my eyes away from Fiona. She looks stunning in the sleek black pencil skirt and white blouse she's wearing, and I try to hide how much I want her. She's brilliant in the way she commands the room. It’s like she has come alive, her eyes sparklin
Another board member interjects, "But doesn't Sir Micah have a wife?" Brandon seizes the opening to manipulate the situation further. "Even if he does, he's never introduced her to us. So, she must not be that important, whereas we all know about Rowena's relationship with him. In this scenario, d
Fiona’s POV "This is total nonsense," Antonia exclaims, her voice dripping with indignation on my behalf. "There's no way these results aren't biased. Oh God, I'm so angry." "I wish there were some way to challenge this absurdity," Amorak chimes in, equally outraged. "None of the presentations wer
Kieran’s POV I sit at the dimly lit bar, the hum of conversations and clinking glasses fading into the background as I clutch the only picture I have of my twin sister. It's a simple photograph- a newborn baby swaddled in white blankets. My heart aches as I study the innocent face of the baby in t