Chapter 48: Dinner
(Adrian's POV)
"What are you two conspiring about over there?" Caroline asked, arching a brow as she descended the last few steps. Her gaze flicked between her father and me, suspicious but amused.
Richard looked like a kid on Christmas morning. He clapped a hand on my shoulder, beaming. "Adrian is absolutely incredible, sweetheart. He just told me he knows how much I adore Master Thompson's early Impressionist work. He's having a genuine piece sent over to the estate tomorrow morning."
Caroline's eyes widened. "A Thompson? Dad isn't exaggerating. Those are practically unicorns in the art world. They go for astronomical prices at Sotheby's and are rarely seen outside of museums. How could you possibly bear to part with one?"
I held her gaze, keeping my expressi
