Alvara

Standing in front of the Foley's mansion, I take in a deep breath as memories from the last time I was here rushed in.

The last time, I'd come here with Williams to ask for Quinn's blessing upon our marriage, but of course, he'd flared up, calling me a gold digger and whatnot.

Tightening my fist, I walked in. I was greeted by a maid at the front door.

“Welcome, Miss Alvara,” she greets. “Master Foley is expecting you in his room upstairs.”

His room? I was here for business. Why didn't he choose a more suitable location like the living room?

“Thank you,” I replied. “I'll be on...