Adan
While Brenna was getting ready, I made the last-minute preparations with Chef West for the Luna Presentation Ceremony and our dinner tonight. I wanted everything to be right. Even though I hadn’t felt nervous about anything in a very long time, butterflies beat their wings frantically against the walls of my stomach.
“Everything is set,” Caesar replied.
“For tonight, too?” I felt like a lovesick schoolboy and probably sounded like one, too.
He nodded, suppressing a smile. “I’ll have everything ready for you in the small conference room. I promise.” He gave my arm a manly squeeze. “Just relax, Adan. Everything’s going to be all right.”
“Don’t start.”
“It’s just that I’ve never seen you this way before.”
I glared at him, clenching my jaw. “Don’t you have other work to do?”
“Oka
