Mira
Dominic’s father insisted on having family dinner, which included a sulking Tessa and a very uncomfortable Ward sitting across from them.
Mira avoided eye contact and focused on conversation with her future-father-in-law, discovering every moment how much respect she had for him.
Irene was quiet but polite, and I tried not to worry about what she was really thinking about me taking over the title of Luna from her.
As soon as we’d made it back to our room, Dominic and I both let out sighs of relief. This was followed by laughter at our joint discomfort.
“He can be a lot,” he told me, “but he only talks that much when he is interested in someone. He likes you, quite a bit.”
“I hope so,” I responded, feeling a bit shy. “I really hope to prove myself worthy of this role, I know
