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The Dinner That Went Wrong

Aurora knew the dinner was going to be a disaster before they even arrived.

It started with the dress.

Victoria had laid three gowns across the bed that evening, each one elegant enough to make Aurora nervous. In the end, she chose the simplest one — a dark navy dress that flowed softly around her body without trying too hard to impress anyone.

Still, when she looked in the mirror, she barely recognized herself.

Not because of the makeup.

Not because of the expensive fabric.

Because her eyes looked tired.

Not physically.

Emotionally.

These dinners exhausted her in ways she couldn’t explain.

Every smile had to be measured. Every movement watched. Every conversation felt like walking through a field full of hidden knives.

And tonight, Eleanor Blackwood would be there.

Which meant blood would probably be spilled.

Metaphorically.

Hopefully.

“You’re frowning at yourself again.”

Aurora turned.

Adrien stood near the doorway adjusting the cuff of his black suit. His gaze moved over her slowly before settling on her face.

“You look beautiful.”

Aurora rolled her eyes lightly. “You always say that.”

“Because it keeps being true.”

The answer came too quickly. Too naturally.

Her stomach did an annoying little flip.

Adrien noticed.

Of course he noticed.

His mouth twitched slightly like he was trying not to smile.

Dangerous man.

Aurora grabbed her clutch quickly before her brain could embarrass her further.

“Let’s just survive tonight.”

The dinner was being held at one of the Blackwood family estates outside the city.

Massive gates.

Long winding driveway.

Too many luxury cars parked outside.

Aurora immediately wanted to turn around.

Adrien noticed her tension the second the car stopped.

“You’re squeezing your hands again.”

She looked down.

Her fingers were clenched tightly together in her lap.

“I hate these people already,” she muttered.

A quiet huff of amusement left him.

“Most of them deserve it.”

That surprised a laugh out of her.

Small.

Brief.

But real.

Adrien looked at her for a second too long after that.

Then the driver opened the door.

And the performance began.

The estate looked less like a home and more like a museum where rich people stored their egos.

Crystal chandeliers.

Marble floors.

Paintings that probably cost more than hospitals.

People dressed like they’d never struggled a day in their lives.

Aurora instantly felt every old insecurity crawling back up her spine.

Too loud.

Too poor.

Too ordinary.

Adrien’s hand settled against the small of her back as they entered the dining hall.

Grounding her again.

It annoyed her how much that worked.

Conversations paused slightly when people noticed them.

Aurora felt the stares immediately.

Some curious.

Some judgmental.

Some openly calculating.

Eleanor approached them with practiced elegance, wrapped in a silver gown that somehow looked sharp enough to cut glass.

“Adrien,” she greeted warmly before kissing his cheek.

Then her eyes moved to Aurora.

That smile stayed in place.

But something colder slid beneath it.

“Aurora,” Eleanor said smoothly. “You look lovely tonight.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m so glad you could join us.” Eleanor tilted her head slightly. “These events can be… overwhelming for people unfamiliar with this world.”

There it was.

The first knife.

Small enough that nobody else would notice.

Aurora smiled politely anyway.

“I’ll try not to faint near the expensive furniture.”

A couple nearby laughed softly.

Eleanor’s smile tightened by half an inch.

Adrien noticed.

Aurora knew he noticed because his hand pressed slightly firmer against her back.

Not controlling.

Protective.

The realization made her pulse jump annoyingly.

Dinner began twenty minutes later.

Long table.

Far too many forks.

Conversations full of fake laughter and hidden insults.

Aurora sat beside Adrien while Eleanor remained at the opposite end like some elegant queen overseeing her kingdom.

At first, things stayed tolerable.

Then Eleanor started aiming properly.

“So Aurora,” she said smoothly while sipping wine, “Adrien mentioned you worked several jobs before meeting him. That must have been… character building.”

Aurora swallowed slowly.

“I guess survival usually is.”

A few people shifted awkwardly.

Eleanor smiled pleasantly. “Of course. Though I imagine adjusting to this lifestyle must be difficult. These environments can feel intimidating without the right upbringing.”

Adrien’s jaw tightened beside her.

Aurora noticed immediately.

So did Damien.

Damien sat farther down the table watching the exchange with open irritation already building on his face.

Aurora forced herself to stay calm.

“I think people adapt faster than expected,” she replied evenly.

“Mm.” Eleanor dabbed her lips delicately with a napkin. “Still, refinement takes time.”

There it was again.

Another cut.

Aurora suddenly understood something important about Eleanor Blackwood.

She never attacked directly.

She smiled while doing it.

Which somehow felt worse.

Adrien finally spoke.

“That’s enough, Mother.”

The room quieted instantly.

Eleanor blinked lightly. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

His voice wasn’t loud.

That made it more dangerous.

Aurora felt tension ripple across the table immediately.

Eleanor gave a soft laugh. “I was simply making conversation.”

“No,” Adrien said coldly. “You were being rude.”

Complete silence.

Nobody moved.

Nobody breathed.

Aurora stared at him slightly.

Because Adrien Blackwood — controlled, careful Adrien — almost never reacted publicly.

But right now?

He looked genuinely angry.

Eleanor’s expression hardened subtly.

“You’re overreacting.”

Adrien placed his napkin calmly beside his untouched plate.

Then he stood.

“We’re leaving.”

Shock exploded across the table.

“Adrien,” Eleanor snapped quietly.

But he was already turning toward Aurora.

“Come on.”

Aurora blinked. “What?”

“We’re leaving.”

She stared at him.

This was a huge family dinner. Business associates everywhere. Important people.

And he was walking out because his mother insulted her.

The realization hit harder than expected.

Damien looked openly delighted.

One older man looked horrified.

Eleanor looked furious.

Adrien didn’t care.

Aurora slowly stood.

Then paused.

“Leo’s waiting at home,” she said softly.

Adrien looked at her for one second.

Then something shifted in his expression.

“Good,” he said. “Then let’s go home.”

Except they didn’t go home.

Twenty minutes later, Aurora stared out the car window in confusion.

“This isn’t the road back to the mansion.”

“No.”

“Adrien…”

“I’m hungry.”

She blinked at him. “You literally just left dinner.”

“I lost my appetite there.”

A few minutes later, the car pulled into the parking lot of a tiny roadside diner glowing beneath flickering neon lights.

Aurora stared at him.

“You cannot be serious.”

Adrien was already opening the car door.

“I want pancakes.”

For the first time all night, Aurora laughed fully.

Real laughter.

Warm and uncontrollable.

Adrien looked back at her over the roof of the car.

And froze slightly.

Because he was staring at her like he’d never heard that sound before.

Aurora noticed instantly.

The laughter faded softer this time.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

But it wasn’t nothing.

Not even close.

The diner smelled like syrup and coffee.

A waitress nearly dropped menus when she recognized Adrien.

Aurora almost burst out laughing again at the sight of one of the richest men in the country sitting inside a tiny booth asking for pancakes at ten thirty at night.

“This feels illegal somehow,” she admitted.

Adrien loosened his tie slightly. “This is the first decent decision I’ve made all evening.”

Aurora smiled despite herself.

The tension from dinner slowly began fading.

Until Adrien suddenly said quietly:

“I’m sorry.”

She looked up.

“For what?”

“My mother.”

Aurora leaned back slightly.

“She doesn’t like me.”

“No,” Adrien agreed calmly. “She doesn’t like losing control.”

That sentence carried more weight than he probably intended.

Aurora studied him carefully.

“You stood up to her because of me.”

Adrien looked at her steadily across the table.

“Yes.”

No hesitation.

No pretending otherwise.

Just yes.

Something dangerous moved through her chest again.

The waitress arrived with milkshakes and pancakes.

Aurora laughed under her breath immediately.

“You ordered enough food to feed a small village.”

“I was emotionally attacked at dinner,” Adrien said seriously. “Recovery requires pancakes.”

She stared at him for two seconds before laughing again.

God.

This version of him felt unfair.

The cold billionaire disappearing long enough to reveal someone dry, sharp, unexpectedly funny underneath?

It made him harder to resist.

And Aurora was already struggling more than she wanted to admit.

Halfway through the meal, her phone buzzed.

Leo.

Aurora answered immediately.

“Hey baby.”

“Rory!” Leo sounded half asleep. “Jane said you guys escaped rich people prison.”

Adrien choked slightly on his coffee.

Aurora grinned. “Did she now?”

“Did Adrien punch anybody?”

“Not tonight.”

“Okay good.” Leo yawned loudly. “Can you bring me fries?”

Aurora looked across the table.

Adrien was already signaling the waitress for extra fries.

Of course he was.

Her chest tightened painfully again.

Because he kept doing things like that.

Small things.

Quiet things.

Things that didn’t feel fake anymore.

When the call ended, Aurora looked at him softly.

“You didn’t have to leave dinner.”

Adrien rested back against the booth.

“Yes,” he said quietly. “I did.”

The air shifted again.

Heavy.

Charged.

Aurora looked down at her milkshake because suddenly meeting his eyes felt too dangerous.

“You can’t keep rescuing me every time someone says something cruel.”

Adrien’s expression darkened slightly.

“I can if I want to.”

The words wrapped around her heartbeat.

Steady.

Protective.

Terrifying.

Aurora swallowed hard.

Because nobody had ever chosen her like this before.

Not publicly.

Not without embarrassment.

Not without making her feel like a burden afterward.

But Adrien looked at her like defending her was the easiest decision in the world.

And that frightened her more than Eleanor ever could.