Diana’s POV
I didn’t expect the second convoy.
The first one for the invitation had already stirred something wild in my stomach: unease, awe, confusion. But this?
My heart thundered like a war drum, each beat echoing through my ribcage. Why would Lord Draven send this many cars… just for me?
It felt like a message. One that screamed to the world: She matters.
The tattooed man waited patiently, his posture rigid, chin lifted like a statue carved from command. His eyes didn’t blink.
“We are running late, Miss Diana,” he said, his voice sharp as glass.
“I’m not going alone,” I told him, steadying my voice. “My friend’s coming too.”
His eyes flicked to Eva. “That’s acceptable.”
Just like that.
He didn’t ask her name. Didn’t check a list. Just turned and opened the limo door as if Ev
