a testament to her well-preserved youth. She was a striking woman, petite like Alex, with a cascade of chestnut hair, now flec

arl jewelry. Her style was timeless, a perfect blend of sophistication and charm. Upon

nding his hand towards Isabella. "Mrs. Monroe, it's a pleasure to finally meet

and the sheer aura of wealth and power that surrounded him, were all things she appreciated. The connection was instant, and

wing, his every word and action designed to win over Isabella. His plan was to cement

gleeful spark in her eyes. "Alexandra, dear, why didn't you tel

a glance with Ethan who seemed rather amused by the situati

We must get you two married soon!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands in excitement.

ing faster than she had anticipated. Her world was shifting under her feet, and all she could do was hold

estion. "So, how did you two lovebirds meet?" She was eager to

a charity gala a few months ago," he began, weaving a tale that was completely

y now shared. He described Alex's charm, her intelligence, and her beauty that had allegedly captivated him. He added in a few fictional dates,

, so vivid, that for a moment, even she found herself getting drawn into it. She marveled at his

rs of joy. She was overjoyed, her dreams of seeing her daughter

ding up, he politely excused himself, expressing his pleasure at m

he said, turning to look at Alex, his gaze impassive. Alex, despite the sudd

ould be wonderful!" she exclaimed, already making mental no

eginning. Tomorrow she would meet the infamous Blackwoods, playing the part of the dutiful soon-to-be daughter-in-la