Seraphina Quinn paused for a moment on her way upstairs. "You... have him wait for me in the study."
Mr. Felix nodded. "Yes, Miss Quinn."
Upstairs, Seraphina Quinn changed out of her loungewear and into a loose, casual dress.
The dress was the color of linen, and she had casually woven her long, curly hair into two loose braids. Paired with a vintage shade of lipstick, she exuded a languid yet captivating charm from head to toe.
Waiting for her in the study, Damian Fairchild found himself momentarily captivated by her languid and carefree air.
He was struck by the profound sense that she had many sides to her.
Whether it was her cold sarcasm or her deceptively pleasant smiles, neither was her true self.
'This, right now,' he thought, 'this languid, effortless air about her... this must be her true self.'
"I thought you were going to refuse to see me."
Damian Fairchild walked toward her and sat on the sofa opposite her.
Seraphina Quinn asked, "Would you like tea or coffee?"
