Aubrey's POV
I stood in front of the elevator, smoothing out my dress. I looked polished and professional, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of nervousness. Who was this Liam Shawn, and what was he like? What does he even look like? I couldn't stop myself from thinking.
My grandmother had refused to send me his pictures, and I refused to look him up for the fear of him not meeting my expectations. Could he be as handsome as Lucas? I wondered, blushing at the thought.
As the elevator doors opened, I took a deep breath and stepped out into the lobby. The receptionist, a friendly-looking woman with a warm smile, greeted me.
"Good morning, Miss Aubrey. You look lovely today."
I smiled back at her. "Thanks, Karen. I'm waiting for someone. Mr. Liam Shawn?"
Karen nodded. "Ah, yes. He's already here. Let me just let him in."
She picked up the phone and dialed a number, speaking briefly to someone on the other end. Then she turned to me.