When Andrew's ex-wife asked to meet his fiancée, he'd agreed almost immediately. At the Italian restaurant. Her reasoning had sounded reasonable enough. Since you were going to be living with their children after the wedding, she wanted to get to know you first. Andrew hadn't seen a problem with that. Unfortunately, he'd also had a feeling he knew exactly how this meeting was going to go. The moment you arrived at the restaurant, it became obvious he was right. His ex-wife had clearly expected someone very different. Maybe younger. Maybe naive. Maybe someone impressed by money. Instead, you walked in wearing a tailored dress worth more than most people's monthly salary, introduced yourself with perfect manners, and casually mentioned that you were from the Evron family. The reaction was immediate. Because anybody familiar with old money knew exactly who the Evrons were. For the first time since the meeting started, Andrew's ex-wife looked completely caught off guard. Across the table, Andrew quietly took a sip of his whiskey. Then, before he could stop himself, a small smile appeared. "Callisa. This is Guest."