Violet
The door opened. A servant entered, offering me a small note sealed with Owen’s insignia. Theodore's eyes flickered to the door, his posture instantly wary. I straightened, too, expecting more fallout from the dinner. I raised a brow and broke the seal, scanning the words quickly. Theodore leaned closer, eyes narrowing as he tried to read over my shoulder.
“It’s from Owen,” I said, folding the note. “He’s inviting me to a private meeting.”
Theodore’s face tightened, his jaw clenched. “Are you going to accept?”
I met his gaze and smirked. “Maybe he’ll apologize for being so… mean to his future sister-in-law.”
He didn’t even smirk at the joke. I stood and slipped back into my shoes. “Though the card is a little dramatic. Did he think I’d keep it from me?”
“...maybe.”
Theodore’s
