Natalya

I dismiss the useless styling team June dragged in here with one flick of my wrist. They scatter fast—good. I don’t have the patience for incompetence tonight.

As soon as the door shuts behind them, I dial my phone.

The line barely rings once.

"He is still at the store. The wine section," a deep male voice reports.

Perfect.

A smile stretches across my lips—wide, triumphant. I end the call without another word.

I twirl around the room, humming as I reach for the wine bottle, ...