Lucian had never given me the time of day, no matter how many times I tried to get his attention. I had spent years watching him, admiring him from a distance, waiting for him to see me. But he never did. Not in the way I wanted.
But Trevor was always around him.
If I could get close to Trevor, then maybe—just maybe—Lucian would finally notice me.
I took a breath and pushed my chair back, smoothing down my dress before making my way toward the table where they sat. My mother glanced up as I approached, her expression unreadable.
“Leila,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “You’re late.”
I forced a smile. “I didn’t realize we had company tonight.”
Trevor turned his gaze to me, his lips curving into a smirk. “Oh? And here I thought you were avoiding me.”
I met his eyes evenly. “Shou
