Stella Sterling: "I'm speaking to you as Jett Westgate's lover."
When the word "lover" popped out of her mouth, the corner of Annelise Valentine's eyebrow twitched slightly.
Caleb Carter was stunned by this declaration, clearly sensing that the atmosphere had soured. "You two know each other? What in the world is going on?"
"Zane, you keep Helena and Caleb company." After speaking, she turned her head to look at Stella Sterling. "Let's go, Miss Sterling. We can talk over there."
Annelise Valentine strode forward, her high heels clicking against the floor at a steady, unhurried pace, her back ramrod straight.
Stella Sterling followed behind her, the hem of her white dress swaying in the light. One after the other, they walked toward a window seat in the corner of the restaurant.
The window booth was furnished with deep blue velvet cushions. On the table sat a slender vase holding two white daisies.
