"All hail the queen…"
Gianna's face twisted into a comical scowl at Chelsea's words as they beelined toward her, the exaggerated grimace earning a laugh from Athena.
Noah waited by the entrance, unhurried, hands loosely at his sides, watching the scene unfold like he truly had all the time in the world.
And that, somehow, surprised Gianna. She hadn't expected him to still be here—he should have been back at his company by now.
For someone who was still newly establishing his business in the country, he seemed to possess an almost unreasonable amount of free time.
Didn't he have operations to oversee? Meetings to supervise? Fires to put out?
Her wandering thoughts were abruptly cut off when Chelsea reached her and patted her cheek with infuriating affection, repeating her earlier words like a victorious mantra.
Gianna was too tired to swat her away, too drained to summon a retort, so she endured the fussing while Athena chuckled softly beside them, clearly entertained.
