Chapter 18-Adrian
People always assumed I enjoyed family gatherings. Maybe because I knew how to smile at the right time… how to charm every parent in the room… how to speak as if nothing could ever rattle me.
If only they knew I’d rather be anywhere else than pretending with these people.
Right now? I was bored out of my damn mind.
I lounged on the cream sofa in the Montclair’s sunlit patio, ankle resting over my knee, fingers tapping lazily against the armrest.
Elegant brunch table. Flowers. Silverware. Perfect. Fake.
I checked my watch.
They were late. She was late.
I heard click of heels behind me and smirked before I even looked up.
Finally.
When I lifted my head, I saw her step out from the doorway… and for a full second, I actually forgot to breathe.
That dress. Bare shou
