Rose’s POV

Why would this woman have any sort of command over me?

The question burned through my mind as I stared at her reflection in the mirror, brushing my elbows with both hands like I could wipe away the chill she put in me. Her presence felt too heavy, too confident….like she already owned the room, the moment… maybe even me.

But no. I straightened my back.

I met her stare head-on.

“It’s none of your business who I’m dining with,” I said quietly but firmly. “Besides, ...