Lucian parked his car across the street from the Brooks’ mansion. He sat there for a moment, gripping the steering wheel and staring at the bouquet beside him, fresh white lilies and roses. It wasn’t something he’d normally do, but this time, he wanted Georgia to see he was serious.
He sighed and rubbed his temples. “You really messed up this time, Lucian,” he muttered under his breath.
After taking a deep breath, he stepped out of the car. The air was cool, brushing against his face as he walked toward the gate. He called her phone and waited.
She picked up after the second ring.
“Lucian?” Her voice was calm, but he could tell she didn’t expect his call.
“I’m outside,” he said quietly.
There was a short silence. “Outside?”
“Yes. Your father’s house.”
“Why?” she asked, her tone fla
