~CAKE~
The gates slide open as the car pulls in, and I’m already tired.
Not physically. Just… people.
Ignacio didn't say a word the entire ride home. Smart man.
I step out, smoothing my hands over my jeans like that’s going to fix anything about the mood I just walked into. The house is lit up, calm, quiet, like nothing is wrong. Like I didn’t just get summoned home like a child who missed curfew.
I walk in, and the head butler is already waiting. “Welcome back, madam.”
I don’t slow down. “Where is he?”
“In his private living room. He’s been waiting.”
Of course he has.
I roll my eyes, pulling the scarf off my neck. “My mum asked me to give this to Sienna,” I say, handing it over. “Make sure she gets it.”
“Yes, madam.”
I slide my bag off my shoulder and pass that to him too. “Dro
