I HAVEN’T SEEN DMITRY SINCE WE ROUNDED UP DINNER.
I have no idea what he had to take care of when he suddenly decided to leave the dining room, but he’d returned about fifteen minutes later, and soon, dinner was over. And if I remember correctly, Sergei Orlov had asked to talk to him in private, so that has to explain his own absence. As for Irina, I last saw her with my parents.
I am standing in the foyer somewhere in this huge mansion all by my own and trying to avoid talking to my parents — for no reason, really. I don’t just want to be around them. Left to me, I’d be in what Dmitry called our bedroom earlier, but apparently, I’m meant to walk his and my parents out alongside him.
So, obviously, that explains why I’m standing here.
I roam my gaze across the whole room, feeling some
