Ravenna's POV
I had braced for something harsh and difficult, prepared for the worst, but instead she offered a warm, polite smile. "Working this late? You'll wear yourself thin, my dear. You're no different from your husband, who plans on working himself to death. The work can wait, at least long enough for you to get a good night's sleep."
I closed the screen fully, the click sounding abnormally loud in the quiet room. "I'm used to it," I said, forcing a smile of my own. "Old habits—and an impulse to finish any task I start."
Marissa studied me with that unreadable gaze of hers before taking a seat on the edge of the chaise lounge, her posture perfect. "I came to speak about tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
"There is a family banquet taking place at the Silverwood estate. Robert,
