Instead, she had departed with indifference, as if I were the one being dismissed!
"The nerve!" I muttered, rising from the chair with as much dignity as I could muster.
Martha appeared in the doorway, her expression carefully neutral. "Will you be staying for dinner, Luna Grey?"
"Certainly not," I snapped, striding past her toward the front door.
My driver opened the car door as I approached, and I slid into the plush leather seat with a huff of frustration. As soon as the door closed, I pulled out my phone, already planning how to convey my displeasure to Ethan.
Before I could dial, the phone rang in my hand. Cassandra's name flashed on the screen.
"Cassandra, dear," I answered, my voice instantly transforming from irritation to maternal warmth.
"Luna Grey, how did it go?"
