Mia stepped into the living room, the faint click of her heels against the marble floor announcing her arrival. Her gaze swept across the space, cold and assessing, before landing on the woman lounging on the couch. Mia’s eyebrows lifted slightly, but her confidence didn’t waver. This woman was going to be trouble, that, she knew for sure.

The woman didn’t belong here. That much was obvious too. Her dad doesn't bring guest home, except it was for business. But this lady was dressed like she had just walked off the set of some over-the-top fashion shoot, her glittering gown clinging to every curve, leaving very little to the imagination....