[Complicated]
I smiled and shook her hand.
"Leanna Lee."
Zoe returned my smile. "What do you think of the painting, Leanna?"
My eyes flickered at the painting, observing it.
"Rebellious and wild," I said. Then look at her. "If I don't know any better, I would think a man painted it. Not expecting it to be an innocent frail-looking lady," I added, voice teasing.
Zoe smiled, yet her smile didn't reach her eyes.
"Zoe."
A gorgeous, well-built man with brunet hair approached us. He was so eye-catching that all the ladies, even the older ones, paused to take a good look at him.
Wait, I saw him in the newspaper. He was there at the signing of a billion-dollar joint venture with Jansen Corp.
Zoe beamed at him, wrapping her fingers around his.
"Leanna, this is my fiancé, Nicholas Farrell. Nick, meet Leanna Lee." Zoe's eyes beamed with affection, looking like a love-struck fool at the man, totally forgetting all about me.
