She had encountered it countless times before as cabin crew.
The high-society women.
The ones who expected the world to bend around them.
The ones who judged without ever raising their voice.
The ones who smiled while measuring your worth.
Divas… in the most refined sense of the word.
But what surprised her in a positive way—
Violaine wasn’t openly dismissive.
If anything… she was trying.
Trying to be welcoming, in her cold way.
Trying to be gracious.
But the tone—
That slight artificial softness…
It didn’t quite reach her eyes.
And that was what made Lana uneasy, wondering if their future will look like this. She could not help herself to compare her to her mother, who was all soft, warm.
At one point, Loic turned to Thomas.
“The project you completed recently… we heard g
