It wasn’t until Chelsea was right in front of him that Matthias seemed to realize who she was.

“What’s this? You don’t recognize me just because I dyed my hair?”

Chelsea’s tone was light as she spoke. Since tonight’s dinner was a casual celebration with her employees rather than a formal event, she had shown up fresh-faced after a shower, her hair air-dried and lazily draped over her shoulders.

The lighting in Savor restaurant was famously flattering—comparable to influencer-grade ring lights—but even that required the right person to shine.

Under the warm glow, Chelsea’s rose-colored hair looked vibrant, and her skin was as smooth and radiant as a freshly peeled...