The table was already set when Celeste entered the dining room, her face still warm from the moment in Silas’s office. She busied herself with adjusting the placement of the silverware, anything to keep her hands from trembling.
Victoria breezed in a moment later, carrying a steaming dish and humming to herself. The grin on her lips hadn’t left since she’d called them to dinner. Her eyes flicked to Celeste, then to Silas as he stepped in behind her, tall and composed as ever.
“Perfect timing,” Victoria said, her tone just a little too light. “I was worried I might have to drag you both out.”
Celeste shot her a sharp look, but Victoria only raised her brows in mock innocence before setting the food down. Silas took his seat at the head of the table, his movements precise, deliberate. He
