Back at the luxurious restaurant, Eleanor leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table.
Her sharp eyes narrowed as she asked Vivian, "Why are you so interested in knowing everything about Charlotte?"
Vivian took a sip of her drink, her expression serious. "Because Ethan is my fiancè."
"What!" Eleanor blinked in shock, sitting back in her chair.
"Your fiancé?" she repeated, her tone laced with disbelief. "How is that possible? Ethan Grayson publicly announced Charlotte as his fiancée."
Vivian's jaw tightened, her hands clenching slightly around the glass.
"That's exactly what I'm trying to figure out," she admitted. "I need to know everything about that... woman. She's clearly trying to steal Ethan from me, and I won't let it happen."
A sly smile crept onto Eleanor's lips as she moved closer again.
"Well, you're in luck," she said smoothly. "I know plenty about Charlotte Williams. Let me tell you exactly who she is."
