I want the deal

The café was quiet that afternoon, tucked away in one of the discreet corners of the city where no one of importance came. It was the kind of place that thrived on anonymity, perfect for whispered confessions and forbidden meetings. Lady Bianca Langford stepped inside, her gloved fingers clutching her pearl white handbag, her eyes scanning the room with the same sharpness she used in high-society ballrooms.

When she spotted Tessa already seated in the farthest booth, sipping ...