Elias and his father fall into conversation, and I sit quietly. The waiter comes over and goes to refill my glass. "No thank you." I smile.
Melina talks to the other people at the table; she's laughing loudly and loves attention. She's not at all the type of woman I thought Deelan would go for.
"Chloe Bennett, you must come and visit us in the Hamptons," Elias's mother says.
"Thank you." I smile. "That would be lovely." I should try to make conversation. "Do you go on weekends?" I ask.
"We live there mostly now," she says. "We still have our apartments here, of course, but the change of pace is lovely."
"Oh." I smile. How many apartments do they have here? Jeez, they really are from a different world. "Sounds great."
"Elias said you are from California?" she asks.
"Yes." I fake a s
