The black sedan pulled up to the Quinn estate first. Adrian didn’t leave the car; he waited while Lucy hurried inside to change. She chose a modest, cream-colored silk dress that reached her knees, something she knew his mother, Victoria, would approve of. It was modest.
When she stepped back into the car, Adrian barely glanced at her. "Better," he muttered. "Looking like a scholarship student is fine for the library, but tonight you are a Matthews."
"I’m still a Quinn, Adrian," she said softly, clutching her purse.
He laughed coldly. "For now."
Adrian sat in the back seat with Lucy, but he didn’t look at her again. He was busy scrolling through his phone, his thumb tapping the screen aggressively. Usually, Lucy would try to fill the silence with small talk, hoping to soften his mood.
