Katherine’s POV
After we moved into the new house—thanks to the disaster Thompson caused—I didn’t expect Andrew to take me anywhere, let alone out to dinner. He hadn’t exactly been pleasant company since the whole incident. Angry, distant, cold.
So when he told me to get dressed, no explanations, no questions—just ordered—I was more confused than anything.
Still, I wasn’t going to complain. I slipped into a silver dress that shimmered under the light, paired it with heels, and met him downstairs where he stood in head-to-toe black. He looked… intimidating, as always.
Now we were in the car, and for once, I felt something close to peace. The city lights blurred outside the window as Andrew drove in silence, his focus glued to the road. I let myself smile, just a little. It felt good to
