{Third Person}
This...
This was the kind of man worthy of standing beside her.
Unlike Torin, whom she had practically transformed with her own hands, Fredrick needed no polishing.
She had spent years secretly buying Torin expensive clothes, choosing watches for him, correcting his manners, and teaching him how to carry himself among wealthy families so he would not embarrass her.
Looking back now, she almost felt foolish.
Fredrick already possessed everything naturally. His upbringing. His confidence. His family background. His wealth. Everything about him matched the kind of future she had always imagined for herself.
For perhaps the first time in weeks, Lila silently thanked heaven for allowing her to cross paths with Fredrick that evening at the club.
Sometimes, she thought, fate truly knew how to correct a person's mistakes.
The dinner stretched pleasantly into the evening until the waiter finally returned with the bill.
