Cynthia pressed her lips together in resignation, a flicker of embarrassment and some hard-to-name emotion flashing in her eyes. She quickly patted her cheeks to shake herself awake, then turned to leave.
As she stepped away, she finally noticed the pillar she'd been leaning on was carved all over with miniature figures in various athletic poses.
Her face instantly flushed a deeper red. She hurried on, practically fleeing.
This entire wall was covered in what could only be described as primitive human performance art. She really couldn't appreciate it at all.
By the time Cynthia made it outside, cheeks still burning, Dominic's chauffeur had already pulled the car up to the front of the hotel.
Seeing her approach, the driver stepped out and opened the door with a polite smile, gesturing for her to get in.
Dominic was already inside.
Streetlights streamed through the window, casting half of his sharply defined face in shadow and lending him an air of mystery and elegance.
The collar of his shirt, still rumpled from earlier, was partly unbuttoned, and in the low light, the black fabric only made him look more aristocratic. Even the faint gleam of his watch spoke of quiet wealth.
Cynthia hesitated, suddenly feeling intimidated.
The driver waited respectfully, but when she didn't move, he spoke up.
"Miss Tremaine, please."
Cynthia answered with polite reserve.
"Thank you, but I drove myself here."
The driver didn't close the door, simply glanced inside the car and stood by, waiting for instructions.
Dominic looked up, his gaze meeting hers.
"Get in."
The tone left no room for argument—cool, commanding, impossible to refuse.
Cynthia bit her lip, then bent down and slid into the car. She'd always prided herself on knowing when to compromise; there was no point offending someone so powerful over something this trivial.
She'd barely settled in when her phone rang.
Glancing at the screen, she saw it was the manager from the bridal shop. Only then did she remember she'd forgotten to get back to them.
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