Elena's POV
My heart clenched—not my chest or stomach, but my actual heart.
I rushed toward the dining room, hearing only my thundering pulse.
This was supposed to be fake, so why was Dorian embracing Lexie after arranging meals together?
"Get it together," I whispered harshly to myself.
Stepping inside, ice shot down my spine. Whether from my emotions or the frigid room, I couldn't tell.
"Elena! Come in, come in," Vivienne chirped brightly. "Take a seat. I'm thrilled you're here."
I smiled, pulled out a chair next to Vivienne, my face flushing. "Thank you for inviting me again."
I was curious how this evening would unfold.
Fiona sat across from us in a flowered dress, a cigarette poised between her slender fingers.
"Hello, Elena," she said, flicking ash into a crystal tray. "Good to see you."
"Hi there," I replied, pressing my palms against my legs to stop them trembling.
Vivienne's brow furrowed. "Where's Dorian? Didn't he drive you?"
