Dante's POV
I got a text and saw it was from my mother. Her text came just as I entered my penthouse. But the moment her name flashed across the screen, I already knew trouble was coming.
"Sweetheart, I can’t attend the charity gala tomorrow. I’ve already told a few friends that you and Lily will attend in my place. They’re excited to meet her. Don’t disappoint me." I read her text out loud with a frown. I closed my eyes. Of course.
My mother had a way of committing everyone else to plans without warning, then wrapping the obligation in a guilt-soaked ribbon. Under normal circumstances, I would’ve simply attended alone and handled the social chatter. But she had already told people Lily would be with me. That changed everything. I exhaled slowly, set my tablet aside, and headed upstair
