Lisa’s POV
The morning of the event came too quickly.
The moment I opened my eyes, I knew what day it was. That sort of day that if I had a way I would keep postponing.
I woke up just before dawn, laying still for a while, reluctant to leave the warm embrace of the blankets. Then, with a sigh, I sat up and shivered in the morning cold.
‘How does he wake up so early when it’s this cold?’
‘Sigh, time to get prepared.’
It was time to face a new day, and there was a lot to do. I had no excuses to escape this…
This was the milestone celebration Ronan had told me about, an opulent private gathering in honor of Martin Greaves. A man with enough money and reputation to demand attention without ever raising his voice. Ronan said it would be “quiet.” That meant no press, no paparazzi. Just power, distilled in suits and sequins. A room full of decision-makers and wolves dressed as kings.
Ronan had been calm about it the night before, almost bored. “You’ll come with me,” he said. “It’s time they
