Cain followed my gaze, his expression hardening as the woman in question drew closer. I clenched my jaw, already bracing myself for the clash.
The woman approaching was none other than Miranda Fiona Whitaker Giovanni—my mother.
Dressed in an impeccable white suit that probably cost more than most people's rent, she radiated an air of superiority that made my skin crawl.
Behind her, her assistant trailed obediently, tablet in hand.
“Of all nights,” I muttered under my breath. Cain’s hand brushed against mine, a silent gesture of support.
I wanted him to drive as fast as he could, but then he had already booked a reservation and I wouldn't want to ruin it for him.
I heaved a sigh and turned around, only to see her standing by the door.
“Luna, I knew it was you when I spotted that whi
