Chapter 83
Emily
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my hair swept a few stray hairs framing my face. I looked at the dress I wore and sighed.
I smoothed the wrinkle-free fabric over my hips for the tenth time, my palms slightly damp. Lucas had told me to get dressed, his tone casual as if he were suggesting a walk in the park. “We’re going to visit my mother,” he’d said.
It was my idea, wasn’t it? I was the one who had brought it up, suggesting that perhaps it was time I met the woman who raised him.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, I turned from the mirror satisfied, or at least resigned, to my appearance, and I stepped out of my room and into the living room of the mansion. Lucas was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the grounds. He wore dark, well-fit
