Agnes
The next morning, I was pleasantly surprised to find a formal invitation slipped under our hotel room door. It was addressed to both Elijah and me, requesting our presence at the morning’s meeting. I waved it at Elijah as he emerged from the bathroom with his towel wrapped around his waist.
“Look at this,” I said with a cheeky grin. “I think the ladies made an impression yesterday.”
Elijah took the card and skimmed it, a smile spreading across his face. “Well, would you look at that? Richard’s actually taking your not-so-subtle hint.”
“I wonder if all the Lunas got one, or if it’s just me because I made a scene,” I mused, pulling out the dress I’d planned to wear today. It was a simple gray sheath dress, professional without being too stuffy.
Elijah smirked. “Well
