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Dad stood up from his chair. A proud smile lifted the corners of his lips while his blue eyes crinkled to slits. I couldn’t remember the last time he’d looked so happy.
I gazed back at the newcomer who was steadily walking toward the table.
Suddenly, the air seemed to rush out of my lungs. I stared at the young woman with wide eyes, wondering if the stress of managing the company was finally taking a toll on me.
Milla...my mind whispered.
But it couldn’t be her. Not here in this boardroom, not walking toward me.
There was no way Milla would ever dress in such a polished, formal attire that made her look like a stately businesswoman.
I forced myself to blink, willing the hallucination to fade away.
A sudden crashing sound broke the spell.
Corey was standing on the other side of the table, breathing hard. His upturned chair lay on the floor as he unblinking stared at the apparition that refused to disappear.
Dad ignored him completely as he looked toward her. “Welcome to Silverlake City, Miss Amhurst.”
I glanced up at him. He was smiling brightly at her.
What the fuck was happening?
I looked back at her, finally swallowing the fact that Milla was truly standing at the end of the table, only a couple of feet away from me.
Goosebumps spread on my skin. I swallowed dryly, unable to take my eyes off her.
Excited chatter spread among the people gathered around me.
Corey marched toward her, his expression contorting with a mix of emotions. “Milla,” he almost shouted, his arms spreading wide to engulf her in a hug.
Milla stepped back and two tall, bulky men stepped out from behind her. They each placed a hand on Corey’s chest, preventing him from touching her.
“Who the hell are you guys?” Corey shouted with frustration. “Get your hands off me!”
“Please step away from Miss Amhurst,” one of the men replied in a low, stern voice.
“Why are you calling her that?” Corey demanded. “That’s Camilla Brown.”
The men momentarily glanced at each other.
“Settle down, Corey,” Dad called out in an authoritative tone. “You can speak to her after the meeting is done.”
“Sit down, Corey,” said Caleb. He gazed into Corey’s eyes and they did that infuriating thing where they seemed to talk to each other non-verbally.
As usual, something passed between them.
Corey backed away and slowly came back to his spot on the table. He straightened his chair and sat down on it.
I let out a long, slow breath. Corey’s reaction gave me the time to compose myself.
Glancing back at Milla, I took a closer look at her.
She still looked the same but she was different in a lot of ways.
Her bright pink pantsuit easily separated her from the rest of the crowd in black and dull grays. Her clothes fit her perfectly, accentuating her curvy figure. Matching pink stilettos gave her an extra height which she used to her advantage as she towered over the table.
Milla’s gait exuded confidence.
