On Tuesday, Louis' father invited him to dinner. Modric called Louis directly, which he rarely did unless he wanted to talk business or something very important that would be impossible to decline.
"Son, come to the house for dinner on Friday night," he said. "Bring nothing, just come."
“Okay, Dad. I'll be there," Louis said and called Sophie.
"Did your mother call you?" he asked when she picked up.
"Yeah," Sophie paused. “She called me for dinner on Friday night just ten minutes ago," she said.
"Are you going?" he asked.
She paused once more. "I think I would," she replied. “She asked me to come, and I can't say no without a reason. I don't even have one that she would accept."
Another pause. "Are you going?"
"Yes."
"Alright then. I'll see you there." She hung up before he cou
