Nora's POV
The evening light filtered through Le Ciel's crystal chandeliers, casting warm shadows across our table. I watched Anna carefully as her proposal hung in the air between us, my fork suspended midway to my mouth.
"Me?" I could hear the disbelief in my own voice. "Anna, you can't be serious.
I couldn't possibly do that."
The idea of becoming the face of Luminary Trade's livestream program sent conflicting waves of excitement and terror crashing through me. A tea culture influencer? The old Nora Price would have scoffed at such a proposition. Now, I wasn't sure what to think.
Anna took a measured sip from her thermos, her eyes never leaving mine.
"How can you know it won't work without trying? Let's set aside whether you can do it for now-the question is whether you want to."
Her words cut through my hesitation with surgical precision. Did I want this? The opportunity to reclaim some semblance of dignity and purpose after everything I'd lost?
