Arianna’s POVThe clink of silverware against porcelain echoed through the grand dining room, but I barely tasted the roast on my plate. Evan's mother, Helena, was the only one doing most of the talking, charming, radiant, and frighteningly perceptive. She reminded me of one of those poised matriarchs from an old movie, where the elegance masked a sharp wit."So, Arianna," she said, sipping her wine, "how did you and Evan first meet? He was so secretive about it over the phone."I forced a smile and glanced at Evan, who didn’t even blink. Of course. He wanted to see how well I could lie."We met at a charity event," I said smoothly, swirling the wine in my glass to avoid looking directly at her. "He spilled champagne on my dress and didn't apologize until days later."Helena laughed. "Sounds like him. Terrible with first impressions, isn’t he?"Evan's father, Richard, sat at the head of the table, watching us with sharp eyes that missed nothing. Unlike his wife, he didn't smile. He ba
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