Lianne had once asked Cameron Lianne how he knew her mother was the one he loved.
Cameron Lianne had said, "Because your mother brought me good fortune. After I met her, my work and my life just kept getting better. To me, that meant she was the one."
For the past nine years, Ethan Sinclair had been the source of Lianne's good luck.
'He must be the one,' she thought.
The hotel's interior was magnificent, with a thoughtful design apparent in every detail. The overall impression was one of understated luxury.
On the second ring of the doorbell, the door opened from within.
Ethan Sinclair stood there in a blue, high-end custom suit, looking just as he had when he first entered Lianne's life nine years ago. When he saw her, his usually imperturbable expression was colored with surprise.
"Lia? Why are you here?"
The bright corridor lights illuminated Lianne's slender figure, her long, thick, curly lashes, and her fair, clear complexion.
