The Saint-Clair estate loomed ahead, an architectural masterpiece of wealth and legacy. It wasn't just a home. It was a symbol. Generations of power were etched into every inch of its walls, every manicured hedge of its sprawling gardens.
Sloane had been to the estate before, but never like this. Never as Vincent's fiancée.
The car rolled to a stop at the grand entrance. A valet opened the door, offering a polite nod as she stepped out. She adjusted the deep burgundy silk of her dress, her expression unreadable as she took in the imposing double doors ahead.
Vincent emerged from the other side of the car, buttoning his suit jacket with practiced ease. He looked effortlessly composed, as if tonight was nothing more than another business meeting.
He extended a hand toward her. "Shall we?"
Sloane ignored his hand, walking ahead of him instead. "Try to keep up, Saint-Clair."
His quiet chuckle followed her inside.
