Davina's POV
I sat cross-legged on my bedroom floor, chaos surrounding me like a storm I'd unleashed. My clothes were everywhere—draped across the bed, hanging off the chair, scattered on the floor. I rummaged through each drawer, desperately searching for something that might work for tonight's occasion.
I paused mid-search, lifting a plain black dress and examining it closely. This was the finest piece I owned, though the material had lost its richness over the years. It wasn't the type of outfit that would catch the eye of someone like Irvin Jenkin.
A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I tossed the dress onto my bed. None of it mattered anyway. Tonight wasn't about making an impression on him. Tonight was about the cash.
My gut clenched at the thought. Meridian's wealthiest heir had invited me out—not out of genuine interest, but for some mysterious motive I couldn't decode yet. It made no difference. I needed the money, and if this was my path to earning it, then so be it.
