Chapter 3

Just then, Arthur's assistant knocked and came in, handing him an iPad with an odd expression. "Mr. Goodwin, check out this trending Coffee Muse. Doesn't she look a bit like—"

Arthur frowned as he took it, the screen displaying a video that had gone viral.

It showed a quiet, pleasant gathering. A young girl in a pale dress respectfully received an invitation from an old man.

She stood tall, exuding a serene, cool elegance, with a gentle smile on her face.

That was me.

And the old man was Flynn, the very person Arthur had wanted to invite but could…