Lina's POV
The coffee shop Victoria had chosen was upscale and intimidating—all white marble and floor-to-ceiling windows that made me feel exposed.
The moment I walked in, I spotted her.
Adrian's mother sat like a queen holding court, draped in a black cashmere dress with a white fur stole that probably cost more than my yearly salary. Her figure was perfect, maintained through what I assumed were hours of personal training and strict dietary control.
Mrs. Finch had mentioned once, laughing, that former Luna Victoria was "always gallivanting around the world with her socialite friends, completely uninterested in her son's love life."
Looking at the cold disdain in her gray eyes—so like Adrian's, yet completely empty of his warmth—I knew Chloe had been right. This woman wa
