Elena’s POV
“You invited her to what?” Adrian looked up from his breakfast, coffee cup halfway to his lips.
“To dinner. Thursday night. I thought it would be good for you two to meet officially.” I tried to sound casual, like this was completely normal.
Adrian set his cup down carefully. “Elena, are you sure about this?”
“No,” I admitted. “But I’m doing it anyway.”
He studied me for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. Thursday. Should I prepare anything? Any topics to avoid?”
“Just… be yourself. Be nice. She’s nervous about meeting you.”
“I’ll be on my best behaviour,” he promised with a slight smile.
After breakfast, I called Taylor.
“You did WHAT?” Taylor’s voice came through the phone at a volume that made me pull it away from my ear.
“I invited Isabella to dinner at the mansion.”
