"You're going?" Ariana asked softly, a furrow of concern forming on her brow.
Adrian gave a quiet nod. "I have to. I owe her. She helped me when I needed it most." He picked up a prawn from the plate and placed it in his mouth, chewing slowly.
Tonight's dinner had been prepared by Adrian himself. He'd invited Ariana over, and he wanted it to be special—something thoughtful, delicious, and tailored to her tastes.
The prawns were rich with butter and kissed with roasted garlic, filling the room with a warm, comforting aroma. Freshly baked bread sat beside a bottle of wine, completing the meal. For a while, the Headmistress had eaten in silence, each bite stirring unspoken feelings—until Adrian mentioned Ruby.
