Chapter 37: Growing Strength
(Amelia's POV)
The elevator doors glided shut, and I leaned back against the cool mirrored wall. The faint hum of movement accompanied the small buzz in my hand—my phone vibrating. I stared at the screen as Alexander's name popped up. My heart did a small, familiar flip, and I quickly opened the message.
"My chef Sarah is a better cook."
I frowned in confusion for a moment until another message came through just seconds later.
"Come to my house for dinner tomorrow."
The heat immediately crept up the sides of my neck. I glanced at the phone again as if I’d read it wrong, but nope. The words were still there. I knew exactly what was going on. Victoria had told him. She probably called him the second she dropped me off, relishing the opportunity to tea
