Liana's Pov
The message came in just after 11:30 p.m., lighting up my phone's screen from its place beside me on the nightstand.
It's exactly who you think it is. Meet me at the usual place by 10 a.m. tomorrow.
My heart skipped. My breath caught.
Exactly who I thought it was? I sat up in bed, rereading the message as though the words would shift into something more coherent. But it was too vague. Too specific and that only made it more intriguing.
Dominic? It couldn't be. Well, it could. He had been my prime suspect all along but hearing a confirmation made it slap harder.
I stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity, my brain swirling like smoke—I remembered the look on his face at the gala, his trying to get my attention at the event the other night, the leaked picture,
