After nearly three years of seeing Sienna-Rose every single day—her elegant face, her deep voice, her confident walk, and that heart-stopping smile—it was hard for Olivia, Sophia, Claire, and Haley to be impressed by anyone else.
So when Ronan Ironhart arrived at the estate, standing tall in his expensive riding coat and polished boots, with his sharp jawline and noble air, he didn't cause even a flutter. A nobleman whom women in the capital called one of the top bachelors in the kingdom.
But now? After knowing Sienna-Rose so intimately for so long? Ronan looked… average. At best.
Olivia didn't bother with pleasantries. "What do you need, Sir Ironhart?" she asked, her tone cool and direct.
In the past, she might have approached this meeting with more care. After all, Ronan is still the son of a duke, and she had only been the wife of a count. A marquis' daughter, but titles in noble society always had layers. Ronan used to outrank her. He knew it, and so did she.
