The next morning, the atmosphere in the house shifted. The staff was buzzing around, preparing for the arrival of Miss Elena. I spent the morning in my room, trying to read a book but failing to focus on a single word.
All I could think about was the kiss. The way his hands felt on my skin. The way he made me feel small but safe.
I hated that I liked it. I hated that I wanted more.
Around noon, I heard a car horn. I looked out the window. A sleek white convertible was pulling up the driveway.
I took a deep breath. Time to put on the show.
I walked downstairs. Adrian was already in the living room, standing by the fireplace. He looked calm, collected, bored.
"Remember the plan," he said without looking at me. "Stick close to me."
The front door opened.
A woman walked in. She was bea
