USA: ALASKA - ANCHORAGE
SILVER FASHION MANSION
Silver stopped mid-step, her breath catching in her throat. Lorenzo. Sitting at her dining table. In her house.
She almost turned around and bolted back to her room. What the actual hell?
Her gaze darted to Abraham, Noah, and Henry, who were laughing over some joke while eating as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Meanwhile, she was standing there in her silk pajamas—without a bra.
Kill me now.
Heat rushed to her face. She instinctively folded her arms over her chest, but that only made Lorenzo's sharp golden eyes land on her. A slow, amused smirk curled his lips.
"Good evening, Silver," he drawled, leaning back in his chair, completely at ease. "You're just in time for dinner."
Silver clenched her jaw. How did he even get in?
She shot Henry a glare. "You let him in?"
Henry, unfazed, took another bite of his food. "He brought wine."
Abraham nodded. "Really expensive wine."
Noah grinned. "And he cooked."
