Lilian settled into her first-class seat. With the financial backing of Burg Eltz and her own earnings, she had more than enough to afford it. Over the past year, managing finances at Bert's company had brought her a stable income. On top of that, her modeling career had taken off—sales had skyrocketed thanks to her campaigns, and Bert insisted she take a share of the profits, even though she initially refused.
She had slowly gained recognition, appearing in other magazines and photoshoots. Just a few days ago, Tina, the editor-in-chief of S, had reached out through Laurent, inviting her to shoot a cover. Lilian had been ecstatic. Tina had called her "exceptionally elegant," and though she had doubted herself at first, she eventually agreed to shoot once her work in the U.S. calmed down.
Settling into her seat, Lilian glanced up—and froze.
Morrison was there. Casual clothes, a small travel bag in hand, but his eyes were fixed on her—deep, intense, almost piercing.
