Chapter 8: Conference Meeting
The following morning, Ruby found herself standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate pearl earrings she had chosen to wear.
The soft cream-colored blouse and tailored black pencil skirt hugged her figure in a way that was both elegant and professional.
She looked the part—poised, polished, and every bit the wife of Stefan Winters and every bit, Ivy Quinn.
His wife.
She inhaled sharply, pushing the thought away. It was a role, she was playing for money and for family, nothing more. A dangerous role, but one she had no choice but to play.
"You’re unusually quiet this morning. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to."
Ruby turned to see Stefan standing near the doorway, his head tilted slightly as if trying to pick up on her mood.
He was dressed immaculately in a navy-blue suit, the crisp lines accentuating his tall, commanding frame. Even without sight, he carried himself like a man who owned the world.
She forced a small smile. "Just thinking."
"About?"
"How convincing I need to be today," she said, more to herself than to Stefan though loud enough for him to hear.
Stefan smirked. "You’re already doing a good job. You sound nervous, just like a new bride accompanying her husband to work for the first time," he said with a chuckle.