Liora gave her a dry look. “And if Rowan recognizes me?” She said with a frown.
“Then we improvise,” Mirabel said lightly.
She sighed. Improvising against Rowan was like trying to juggle knives blindfolded. Still, the plan made sense. Quinn Group couldn’t afford to expose her identity yet. Remaining in the shadows was safer. Just as she reached for her bag, her phone lit up. Someone was calling her phone. She looked at the screen and was surprised to see it was her grandfather. Her chest tightened. She hesitated before answering, then lifted it to her ear. “Grandfather?” Liora called out in a small voice.
“Liora,” his voice came, warm and careful, the way it always softened when he spoke to her. “Are you busy tonight?”
She faltered. “I… there’s a dinner meeting.” She mumbled
