They stepped out of the elevator together, Logan's hand brushing lightly at Jean's lower back in that protective way he probably didn't even notice anymore.
The lobby of Divine Beauty gleamed under the evening lights, employees politely nodding as they passed… though Jean caught the subtle, curious glances. Let them stare, she thought, chin held high.
Before they reached the exit, a familiar voice called out.
"Wait up!"
It was Hannah, slightly breathless, phone still in her hand as she jogged up to them.
Jean paused, turning with a small smile. "Hannah, what's wrong?"
Hannah's eyes were bright, a little mischief dancing there. "Nothing bad! Father just called. He wants us all to have dinner tonight… to celebrate your boardroom triumph," she added, voice lilting on the last words.
Jean blinked, startled by the thought.
"Celebrate? That wasn't necessary…"
