The following morning, Diana dressed with meticulous care. She chose a sleek red dress that hugged her figure perfectly, the kind of dress that demanded attention. Her makeup was flawless, her hair styled into loose waves that framed her face. She looked every bit the confident heiress, but beneath the polished exterior, her heart was still raw.
As she descended the stairs for breakfast, her father and Antonio were already seated, discussing business. Diana made a point to join them, her smile radiant as she slid into the seat next to Antonio.
"Good morning," she said sweetly, her voice carrying just enough warmth to catch Alejandro's attention as he entered the room.
Alejandro froze in the doorway, his gaze narrowing as he saw her lean toward Antonio, her hand lightly brushing his arm as she reached for the coffee pot. Her laughter filled the room, light and melodious, and Alejandro's stomach churned.
