AVA'S POV
“Good evening, ma'am,” Kade's driver greeted as I got into the car, holding the door open for me.
I smiled and waved. “Good evening.”
We were making progress. At first, the man never spoke to me unless it was absolutely necessary, but now we at least greeted each other without it sounding forced.
The man sitting beside me in the car, however, didn't share the same energy.
He was wearing black pants and a white dress shirt, which meant we were almost matching. I'd thrown on a short black dress and a pair of white heels.
The uncomfortable silence made me so nervous that I pulled out my phone and scrolled through social media to keep myself occupied.
After he'd called me that morning to inform me about the dinner, I'd contemplated not attending, afraid Claire would see right
