No One's Pov
"Miss Amelia, it's past your bedtime. You should get your beauty sleep. You have a meeting with Mr. Valente tomorrow," her personal assistant said, hovering near the door with a schedule in hand.
Amelia was sprawled across her silk sheets, scrolling through her phone. With her particularly round eyes and a slender frame, she looked like a model.
At the mention of the meeting, her eyes lit up with a sudden spark, and she bolted upright. But just as quickly, a memory seemed to flash behind her eyes, she shuddered, her shoulders tensing, and she slowly sat back down.
"Actually... I think I want to take a rest. I'll meet him another day," she said, her voice quiet.
The assistant looked troubled. "But Miss, I thought you wanted to win him over. If you really want to seduce him, you have to show up and create that connection. This is the third time you've refused. Has your mind changed? Do you no longer want him?"
