“Are you looking for Mr. River?” Mom asked, her lips curving into a smirk. “He’s not here. He says that he has some business matters to attend to, so he won’t be able to join us.”
She looked delighted with the news.
“It’s a good sign, anyway.” Her grin widened, shrugging as the driver got out of the car and opened the door for us. “Every time he’s here, you’re always torn. Having that troublemaker cousin of yours could be good for you.”
I smirked at the back of my mind. Troublemaker? So that’s what he’s choosing to call River now?
“Don’t space out and come inside,” Dad, who was now looking at me, spoke as he placed his tablet on the side. “One of my friends told me that most of the influential families were there now.”
He added, “Our main purpose of going there is to meet Hans, but it
