Elara'S POV
I’d just slipped into the pale-green silk dress Xavier had chosen for me to wear, when a knock sounded on my door.
“Come in,” I called, checking my artfully arranged hair and simple makeup one last time in the wardrobe’s mirror.
Jace appeared in my doorway. “Miss Vance, everyone is headed downstairs and would like you to join them.”
“I’ll be right there.”
I shoved my feet into a pair of heels.
“Very good, miss. I will inform them.”
Jace backed out and closed the door.
It was Monday, late afternoon, and our guests would be arriving soon. Apparently, it was customary—and polite—to welcome the other crime lords in person upon their arrival. Afterward, they’d settle in, then it was time for a fancy dinner and impersonal conversation. I’d been reminded of that last bit nume
