As it neared seven, a maid knocked on the door to let them know dinner was ready.
“Starving,” Evelyn chirped, already two steps ahead of Grace. But the second she peeked into the living room, her steps halted. There wasn’t just one man waiting—besides their father, another figure in polished dress shoes stood tall and composed.
She did a double take. “Uh… didn’t you just say Raphael was too busy to come? He’s literally downstairs.”
Grace’s eyes widened. She leaned forward to glance over the railing—just in time to meet Raphael’s gaze as he looked up at her.
Her heart skipped a beat. What the hell is he doing here?
As she made her way down the stairs, Alice passed by with a knowing smile. “I’ll let the kitchen know to set one more place.”
Grace gave her a small nod, trying to keep coo
