Chapter 225 - Safety First

Vienna’s POV

I cleared my throat, folding my arms. "Why are you here, Sophia?"

She blinked, as if she’d been caught drifting. Her professional mask slid back into place. "I brought one of my men. We need to do some last checks before the installation is finalized."

"Oh… Alright, go ahead," I said, trying to shake off the strange energy. I slipped into the kitchen, scooped a few pastries onto a plate, and brought them out. "Here—you both should try these."

The worker gave me a grateful nod. But Sophia’s smile was faint, her reaction far more subdued than usual. Normally, she gushed over anything I baked.

This time she simply murmured, "Lovely," and passed the plate along.

While they busied themselves with measurements and murmured comments, Warren and I continued chatting at the little bistro table.

I couldn’t help but notice the way Sophia’s gaze kept wandering back to Warren, lingering a little too long as she pretended to busy herself with her notes and sketches.

I nudged Warren un