Maya's POV
Sebastian's harsh words echoed relentlessly through my mind as I prepared to leave the mansion. "It's not like she's really the kind of woman for someone in my position." Every word carved deeper into wounds I thought had begun to heal.
I selected my outfit with deliberate care—charcoal jeans, a well-fitted blazer, and a crisp white shirt. Nothing flashy or attention-grabbing. The clothes of someone who belonged in the background, not center stage representing a major winery. The irony stung.
My strategy was straightforward: arrive at the convention center, verify that Sterling's presentation proceeded without sabotage, then disappear. No confrontations. No messy emotional scenes. Just confirmation that my warning about Victor's planned interference had served its purpose.
