Noah Bates saw Violet Don again at a social dinner a week later.
She leaned on a man, wearing a red dress, her black hair lazily draped, her red lips sexy, her clothing billowing as she entered everyone's field of vision.
The man by her side was the world-famous blue-blood brand's head designer, Mr. Chris, who was thirty years old, with a delicate face and a wayward personality. All the women in the room were calculating how Violet managed to hook up with him.
Chris smiled at Violet, "They're all looking at you."
"They?"
Violet feigned ignorance, "Is Mr. Chris referring to anyone in particular?"
"Very clever."
Chris lowered his voice, "Your ex-husband is looking at you."
Violet looked up and caught sight of Noah Bates amidst the crowd. Their gazes collided in the air as people bustled around them, then both casually shifted their attention away.