ELARA
As Romilly sauntered into the private dining room, her lips curled into a smirk. She pulled out a chair and sat down.
“I have to admit, I was surprised when I got your invitation,” she said, her tone dripping with amusement. “And what’s with the extravagant setup?”
I didn’t bother acknowledging her remark, focusing instead on the sizzling steak before me. The rich aroma filled the room as I carefully turned the meat, ensuring it cooked to perfection.
Romilly wasn’t one to enjoy being ignored. Leaning back in her chair, she continued, her voice filled with smugness. “Let me guess—you rented out this whole place just to keep the press at bay?”
I could practically hear the smirk in her voice, but I still didn’t respond. Instead, I let the silence stretch as I plated the steaks. Sat
