Morning came after the unexpected turn of events yesterday. Yvienna still couldn't believe that her cousin, Dashylle, was actually attracted to women. He had always seemed far from a lover boy—independent, grounded, and content with the idea that family was all that mattered.
Even though he denied it, she knew better.
Dashylle entered her office with his usual confident stride, unbothered by her serious expression.
"You're still analyzing that investigation, huh?" he said, setting a box of small cakes on her desk.
Yvienna took a sip of her coffee, the soft click of the marble mug echoing against the glass surface. Lifting her gaze, her sharp eyes met his—the kind of look that made him rub the bridge of his nose. He knew that stare too well; he could read her without a word.
"You should focus on managing the hotel," he added, opening the box of cakes. "I'm not that busy. I'll handle that scumbag myself." He spoke casually, scooping a spoonful and tasting the dessert he'd brought.
