Mara POV
Three days of marriage, and I'm already planning his murder.
Lucien walks into the breakfast room without greeting me, pouring coffee like I'm part of the furniture. I'm halfway through my scrambled eggs when he speaks.
"We have dinner tonight at The Lotus Garden." He doesn't look up from his phone. "Seven-thirty, kindly wear the navy Valentino."
My fork pauses midair. "Excuse me?"
"Dinner. Tonight with a business associate." He scrolls through his phone with one hand, drinking coffee with the other. "Patricia sent you the details yesterday."
"Patricia sent me a schedule." I set down my fork carefully. "No one asked if I was available."
That gets his attention. His steel-blue eyes lift to mine, one eyebrow raised.
"Available?" He says the word like it's foreign. "For what?
