Elena’s POV.
Dinner that evening felt almost normal. I decided to eat in the dining with the brothers.
The long dining table was set everything was soft lights hung above us, and the smell of well-cooked food filled the air which reminds me of home. I sat between Nikolai and Dmitri while Viktor took his usual place at the head of the table. For once, the atmosphere was calm. There was no awkward tension. Just the quiet sound of cutlery and low conversation.
I had almost started to relax. That was when the doors opened. A woman walked in like she owned the place.
She wore a dress so tight and low-cut that it left almost nothing to the imagination. The fabric clung to her full breasts and stopped high on her thighs, showing long legs and the clear curve of her ass with every step.
Her
