Elena's POV

Inside the diner were glass walls and sweeping city views, with sunlight reflecting off every surface.

It was elegant in that expensive way. White tablecloths, polished cutlery, and soft music humming in the background.

The clients were already seated when we walked in.

“So good to finally meet you both, Mr. and Mrs. Sterling.”

My smile dropped. “Actually, it’s Miss Sterling and Mr. Blackwell.”

“Oh my apologies. I assumed…”

Damien stepped in smoothly before the ...