“Thank you so much, Kat,” Lucian murmured, squeezing me one last time before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my temple. “I know things have been incredibly tense lately. I really, really appreciate you doing this for me.”
I smiled sweetly, letting my hand brush gently across the small of his back for a brief second—just long enough to watch Diana’s smirk vanish as she turned a furious shade of crimson—before guiding him toward his breakfast.
“Then you shouldn’t let it get cold”.
“Oh, darling, this is absolutely magnificent,” Lucian’s aunt Beatrice gushed, leaning in to press a warm kiss to my cheek. “Really, Katherine. A gala fully worthy of Layla’s legacy—and heaven knows she was the gold standard for pack hosting!”
I smiled warmly, offering a perfectly timed, modest blush. “Thank
