ADRIAN’S phone buzzed, vibrating against his thigh as his hand quickly slid into his pocket. Pulling it out, he glanced at the screen, and immediately, his lips curved into a wide, involuntary smile.
Vivian noticed, pausing mid-sip of her wine. Her brow furrowed.
“Who is it?” she asked, her tone clipped, curious.
Adrian’s smile only widened.
“It is Hazel,” he said softly, reverently, as though even saying her name carried a different kind of joy. “My princess.”
“Ugh,” she almost muttered. Not this time, wrong timing! Her grip on her glass tightened. She forced another gulp of the wine down her throat, hoping the liquid warmth would calm the irritation rising in her chest.
“Hazel?” she repeated, the crease between her brows deepening.
“Yes,” Adrian replied simply, eyes bright with c
