登入SeleneI started with the little things. People were easier to get close to when they believed you genuinely wanted to help.The morning after the dinner, I messaged Ravenna's assistant with a list of trusted florists, seamstresses, and a calligrapher Mama had used for years. I ended by telling her I was happy to help with whatever Ravenna needed.Her reply came less than an hour later.Ravenna would be delighted to have me involved. Could I join her for the first fitting on Thursday?I smiled at my phone.Of course I could.When I arrived at the boutique, Ravenna was standing on a velvet platform while two seamstresses adjusted an ivory gown around her waist.She turned at the sound of my footsteps."Selene. You came.""Of course." I set my bag on the sofa. "You didn't think I'd leave you to make all these decisions alone, did you?""I've managed quite well so far.""I'm sure you have. Now, turn around. Let me see."She laughed and faced the mirror.The gown was beautiful, but the sw
RavennaBy the time I came downstairs, my assistant had already delivered a change of clothes.I had barely finished dressing when Daven appeared at the end of the corridor, looking as though he'd been awake for hours. He wore a dark suit, his expression composed, his phone in one hand."Good morning," he said."Good morning. I hope your staff didn't have too much trouble accommodating an unexpected guest.""Not at all. I believe they're quite accustomed to dealing with unexpected developments."Something in his tone suggested he was referring to more than my overnight stay.I smiled. "How reassuring."He glanced at my handbag. "Are you ready to leave?""I was about to ask Grant to arrange a car.""I can take you."I paused. "Don't you have work?""I do.""And yet you're offering to drive me across town?""Ravenna, it's a car journey, not an international expedition."His perfectly serious expression made me laugh."Very well, Mr. Kingsley. I won't deprive you of the opportunity to de
Daven"Would you like to stay the night?"Ravenna paused beside her chair, one hand resting on its back. For a moment, she simply stared at me. Then her lips curved into a smile. "Mr. Kingsley, are you asking me to sleep over?""I'm suggesting it would be sensible. It's late, and there's no reason to send a car out when you could stay here.""Of course. Purely a matter of road safety.""Among other things."Her smile widened.Negotiating multimillion-pound contracts had never required this much explaining. Yet somehow, inviting my future wife to spend the night in my house had become an exercise in defending perfectly reasonable decisions."Well," she said, pretending to consider it, "it would be rather silly to refuse an opportunity to test out my future home.""Your future home?""Unless you've changed your mind about the wedding in the last five minutes.""I... I haven't.""Good. Then I'll accept."She slipped her shoe back
DavenThe Calloways were the last to leave, forty minutes after dinner had ended.Margaret kissed Ravenna on both cheeks in the hall, then insisted twice that Ravenna must visit whenever she pleased, invitation or no invitation. Richard held my hand through a lengthy speech about honor, good fortune, and how the families were truly one now. His grip lasted so long that I eventually had to ease my fingers free.Selene stood a step behind her parents, her smile fixed in place, her gloves clasped between both hands.Adrian held the door for them. He followed them outside into the cold without once looking back at the woman beside me.The taillights swung down the drive and disappeared behind the hedges. Grant closed the front door with a soft click, and the house settled into silence."Well," I said."Well," Ravenna agreed.She was already heading for the drawing room.Following her, I loosened my cuffs and glanced towards the dying fire. The flames had dwindled to a low orange glow, cas
Ravenna Daven called on a Tuesday morning while I was halfway through a contract, a pen between my teeth and papers spread across the desk. I nearly let it ring out. Then his name appeared on the screen, and somehow, I found myself sitting up straighter. Annoying. "Miss Kral." "Mr. Kingsley." The pen came out of my mouth. "Is something wrong?" "Nothing is wrong." A brief pause followed. I could picture him leaning back in that enormous leather chair of his, eyes fixed on the window. "Richard Calloway called my office this morning. He and his wife would like to join us for dinner on Friday. They feel it would be proper to spend some time together before the wedding arrangements go much further." "How thoughtful of them." "It is a courtesy, nothing more. You aren't obliged to entertain them if you'd rather not. I can easily tell them your schedule won't allow it." He cleared his throat. "I'd simply prefer you didn't feel cornered into agreeing." A smile tugged at my lips. That s
SeleneAdrian showed up at my door at half past six, his tie hanging loose and an expression on his face I'd never seen before.He didn't kiss me. He barely acknowledged me before walking straight into the living room and dropping onto the couch. For a long while, he just stared at my coffee table until I went over and stood in front of him, arms folded."Are you going to tell me who died?""No one died.""Then why do you look like that?"Both hands dragged down his face, followed by a shaky breath. "Father is getting married."For a moment, I waited for him to finish the joke. When he didn't, a laugh slipped out."Adrian, that isn't funny.""I'm not joking.""Daven? Your Daven? The man who sends back a dinner invitation if the host is a woman?" Settling beside him, I patted his knee, the way you would with a child who'd told you a very convincing lie. "You've misunderstood something. It's probably a contract or a joint venture. Some arrangement you misinterpreted.""He said it to my







