ADRIAN POV.
Vera was unusually quiet after our talk, her eyes watching me, filled with suspicion. I didn’t care. I leaned back in my seat, pretending she wasn’t there.
After a while, she spoke up. “Let’s have a banquet,” she said, her voice calm but with an edge to it.
The servers quickly prepared everything—fancy dishes, a big spread like we were having some kind of celebration.
She sat at the table, smiling sweetly at the food, then looked at me. “Aren’t you going to join me, Adrian?”
I shook my head, not moving from my seat. “No, I’m fine.”
Vera’s smile tightened. “If you don’t sit, I’ll send pictures to our fathers. You know, to show them I’m eating alone.” She lifted her phone, ready to take a picture.
I sighed. “Exactly. That’s what you’re fond of—showing off,” I muttered, bu
