"This has nothing to do with Yara. There weren't any clean cups at home, so I gave it to her. I'm sorry."
Adrian took the blame himself and moved on to compensation.
"The cup is broken, so I can't return it to you. I remember you said it was a collector's item, and that the owner only sold it to you as a favor. There isn't another one exactly like it. Can I pay you for it?"
Wren was so angry that her cheeks flushed red. "You remember that I said it was a collector's item. Then do you remember that it was a gift for my mother, one I spent a long time looking for?"
Adrian went quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry. I forgot."
Forgot?
He remembered everything else, yet he had just happened to forget that one detail?
His memory had always been excellent.
Adrian was a s
