OLIVIA’S POV
I was in the sitting room when it came through. A notification from an account I did not recognize at first. Then I looked at the profile picture and went still.
Elena Cross.
Adrian’s wife.
She looked different in the profile picture from the woman I had seen at the gala. She looked less polished. More like a person and less like a presentation.
I stared at the message for a long time before opening it.
“Mrs Parker. I know this is unexpected and I understand completely if you do not respond. I am not writing on Adrian’s behalf. I am writing as myself. I think we have more in common than either of us would like and I would value the chance to speak with you. Woman to woman. No agendas. Just coffee. I understand if the answer is no.”
_Elena.
I read it three times.
Then
