Luna's shoulders sagged.
She had no one on her side. She would have to think of another way. There should be more chances in the future. She just needed the right products and campaign. Something that would draw out Ambryan.
At that thought, her mood turned around.
She bit into a deviled egg while her ebony eyes landed on the CEO's chest.
"What a nice tie you have there, Yan," Luna said in between bites. The morning sun glinted against the silver fabric. It looked soft and velvet to the touch. It showcased elegance—which made it commonly used for special occasions such as weddings.
Against his all-black suit, it reminded her of refined gothic and steampunk styles that suited a noble from Victorian times.
Maybe she should use it as a theme for her next collection.
Ambryan grimaced. "If you're still trying to compliment me to get your way, it won't work."
