Tricia's hand tightened around her wine glass, her knuckles whitening with the pressure.
Her smile was fixed, yet inside, bitterness churned like a storm. She hadn't reconciled with the result of this meeting—far from it.
The sight of Davis, clinging so closely to Jessica ever since they'd entered the room, left her reeling.
She remembered how it all began—how her friendship with Davis had blossomed over time.
He had always treated her with kindness, respect… but never affection. To her, he was the best man in the world, the only man who could match her dreams.
She'd dropped hints over the years, even boldly made advances, but Davis had never wavered in his polite rejection. Still, Tricia wasn't one to give up easily.
Coming from one of the most prestigious families in Noveira, she'd always relied on her background to open doors.
And when she heard that Davis would be visiting, especially with his company struggling, she saw it as her golden opportunity.
