Lucian set his menu down. “Can’t sit still?”
She gave a small smile. “Something like that.”
The waiter left with their orders, and May leaned forward on the table, eyes warm. “I’m glad you called us,” she said with a small smile. “You needed this. Just a quiet lunch with people who care about you.”
Georgia smiled, thankful. “Yeah… I did.”
Lucian didn’t say anything, but his eyes were on Georgia. He noticed the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she smiled.
Damien, sitting across from May, picked up a breadstick and bit into it. “So, boss lady,” he said, pointing at Georgia with a playful grin, “how’s it feel to be all over the news? Georgia Brooks, the new face of power.”
Georgia gave a short laugh. “It’s… strange. Honestly, it still feels like a dream.”
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