Rachel's POV
The question caught me completely off guard.
I set my glass down and looked at him across the table. There was so much noise around me because everyone was doing their own thing including the waiters moving around with their trays, yet, I wasn’t swayed by the noise. The only thing in the room that had my full attention was the man sitting across from me and the question still hanging in the air between us.
"Why are you asking me?" I said.
Vincent leaned back in his chair. "Because everyone keeps telling me different things," he said. "Camilla tells me one version, my mother tells me another, and every time I ask someone a question I get a different answer to the one I just received." He rubbed a hand across his jaw and for the first time I noticed how tired he looked, not
