Florette’s POV.
We both go down the stairs but Jane goes straight to the kitchen, where Heather is, while I move to the dining room. Zavian is indeed eating there, although his attention is on the screen of the laptop in front of him.
He looks up when he hears me approaching, picking up his napkin to wipe his mouth. I take the chair opposite him, the one on the other side of the table that faces his.
I give him a smile and he smiles back, at the same time Heather places a tray in front of me.
“Are you leaving again?” I ask him, raking my eyes over his dressed up frame, although it is nothing new considering the fact that he always looks so put together. He is in a black plaid suit that looks exquisitely beautiful on him and his hair is slicked back and tied in a small bun as alway
