The restaurant had been booked out for the day. Quinn Preston was the only one in the gorgeous, empty space.
Lianne Lianne's eyelid twitched uncontrollably, a bad feeling welling up inside her.
She hoped she was just being cynical, not having a premonition.
Lianne walked over, forcing a polite smile. "Quinn."
"You're here. Have a seat."
Quinn Preston stood up and unhurriedly fastened the buttons on his open vest. A silver ring on his elegant fingers caught the light with a gentle gleam.
Lianne's gaze subtly flickered over it. The style of the ring and the finger it was on meant it wasn't a wedding ring.
'I thought Quinn had pulled a fast one and gotten married on the sly. Guess not.'
It wasn't uncommon for people in their circle to get married quietly due to their sensitive status.
Quinn was dressed in a tasteful shirt and vest, the very picture of a refined gentleman, unlike Seth Sinclair, who seemed to be a different person from one moment to the next.
