Chapter 78 A Luxury

• [Mr. Dorsey, can we do this later?] Brielle sent the message just as she stepped into the restaurant.
• Kenzo was sitting in a corner, his pale fingertips resting lightly on the glass tabletop, almost dazzling in their whiteness.
• Brielle had always known that Kenzo was a man of great poise. Back at Beaconsfield College, there was a daily queue of admirers eager to confess their feelings to him, but Kenzo always gently turned them down.