(Scarlett's POV)
"I..." I pause, looking around at the beautiful garden, at these people who've welcomed us so warmly. "I think I would love it."
Elena's smile lights up her face. "Good. Because I was hoping we could talk more about you and Dorian."
Margaret makes a noise that sounds like a chuckle. "I guess that's my cue to leave. Come on, little one. Let's go find the cookie jar."
"Can I, Mama?" Lily bounces in my lap.
"Of course. Just don't spoil your dinner."
Once they're gone, Elena moves to the chair Margaret vacated, scooting closer. "I hope you don't mind me being direct, but at my age, there's no point in dancing around things."
"I won’t mind."
"Good. Because I want to know what your intentions are with my grandson."
Heat creeps up my neck. "My intentions?"
"Dorian cares
