"Thank you, honey," she purred, her voice dripping with sweetness.
Whispers rippled through the room.
Guests murmured about how radiant they looked together, how perfectly matched they seemed.
Raphael’s parents beamed with pride, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction at how smoothly their plan was falling into place.
But no one except me seemed to notice Raphael’s scold as he leaned into Colette’s ear. “You’ve crossed the line, Colette.”
So, I just chuckled in satisfaction.
To any outsider, it would have seemed like an intimate exchange, a clandestine confession between lovers. But I saw it for what it was—a warning veiled in pretense.
Colette’s confident smirk wavered for just a moment, her mask of seduction slipping, but she recovered quickly. Her father-in-law’s voice cut through the moment, calling for her attention.
“Sorry to interrupt your little moment, lovebirds,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “But tonight is Raphael’s introduction to the business world. You’ll have to restrain yourselves.”
Colette’s expression shifted instantly, the practiced charm returning.
“No problem at all,” she purred. “I was just about to greet some of my friends anyway.”