Christine’s POV
I didn’t want Adriana to see me. Adriana’s voice mingled with Lisa’s. I was hiding from Adriana because I couldn’t risk her knowing Lisa was related to me and coupled with the fact she had seen me with Zane. If Adriana told Lisa she’d spotted me with him, Lisa would run straight to Grandfather, and the fragile threads of my secret company, CristaInternational, would unravel. Zane knew too much about my plans, and one slip could expose everything.
Grandmother Eleanor was still seated on the edge of my bed as she noticed the atmosphere. She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing with that knowing look she always had. “Christine, why don’t you go down there? It’s just Lisa and her friend. You can’t hide in your room all night.”
I forced a smile, my mind scrambling for a cover up. “Oh, it’s not that, Grandma. I’m just… exhausted. Work was brutal today, and I’ve got a headache creeping in. I’d rather stay here and rest.” The lie tasted flimsy, but I held my breath, hoping she
