Andrew instantly realized who she was. His previously dark expression broke into a wide smile. "So you're Miss Luna. What an honor to finally meet you."
Sophia's lips curved slightly. "This isn't the first time we've met, Mr. Morgan."
She lowered her sunglasses, revealing a pair of exquisite, deep-set eyes. The slight upward tilt at the corners carried a faint chill.
Andrew froze—Sophia?!
And when her words sank in, shock and disbelief spread across his face. "You're… Luna?!"
The woman who had vanished without a trace for six years had returned, and now she was an internationally renowned top designer.
Impossible!
Andrew's eyes locked onto Sophia's face, searching desperately for some sign of guilt—but there was none.
Her expression was calm, composed, even tinged with mockery.
"Mr. Morgan, you look rather surprised."
The way she addressed him made Andrew's face twist with visible discomfort. "What did you just call me?"
