Aiden Knight's POV
I study myself in the bathroom mirror, adjusting my simple black shirt. Tonight's dinner with Victor and Olivia Thorne isn't about impressing them with expensive clothes. It's about sending a different kind of message entirely.
"Ready?" Chloe appears in the doorway, and my breath catches.
She's stunning in a deep blue dress that hugs her curves perfectly, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. The effort she's put into her appearance tonight doesn't go unnoticed.
"You look beautiful," I tell her honestly.
A pleased smile spreads across her face. "Good. I want to make the right impression."
"Trust me, you will."
We head downstairs to catch a taxi. The evening air is crisp, and Chloe shivers slightly beside me. I'm about to offer her my jacket when a familiar voice cuts through the street noise.
"Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in."
