Chapter 124 - 125
Elodie’s POV~
"But I don’t have an invitation..."
Cara hesitated, biting her lip. "The invitations for this auction went out half a month ago. It’s not easy to get one now, but if you really want to go..."
She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t have to.
I knew exactly what she was suggesting that I ask Dante.
I felt my jaw tighten. The idea of asking him for anything made my skin crawl. But this was for my grandmother. And if swallowing my pride meant finding her the perfect gift, then so be it.
"I’ll figure it out," I said quietly.
Cara gave me a sympathetic look but didn’t push.
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Around 9 p.m., after we parted ways, I drove back to Dante’s villa.
The house was lit up when I arrived, which meant he was home. I found him exactly where I expected,in his study, the door half-open, the glow of his computer screen casting shadows across his face.
I knew he didn’t like me coming into his study. He’d never said it outright, but I’d learned over the years to read the signs. The way his shoulders would tense. The way his answers would get shorter, colder.