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“Come, come join us,” he says. “How have you been?”
She freezes, and I can tell that she’s caught between the love she has for her father, and the hurt she’s still trying to heal from.
“I’m good, father. We’re on a date, so we cannot join you today. Perhaps some other time.”
“Nonsense. You must join us.” I see the calculative glint in his eyes, and it makes me more determined to take everything from him. Elena wasn’t worth a dime to him until news about us reached his ears. I’ll be damned if he uses her in any way, ever again.
“No,” she snaps. “I was trying to be polite,” she says, looking around at the countless faces turned toward us. “But since you can’t take a hint, let me remind you of the words you spoke when I left home, and then again when I begged you to help me save my mother’s life: I’m no longer part of your family. And quite frankly, I’d rather eat shit than sit with people that’d happily let my mother die.”
I try my best to bite back a smile, but I can’t. Eat shit? A low chuckle escapes my lips and I nod at Alaric. “The lady has spoken,” I say, leading Elena away without a second thought.
The waiter leads us to a table by the window, and even I have to admit that the view is stunning. I pull Elena’s seat out for her and she glares at me. “Are you sure you don’t want this seat?” she asks, her jaws clenched. “You’ll have a better view of Jennifer from here.”
I raise my brows and bite down on my lip to keep from smiling. It’s crazy, because usually jealousy irritates me, but on Elena it merely amuses me.
“Are you going to sit down or do you need me to kiss the hell out of you until your knees give in?” I ask her, hoping she’ll challenge me further.
Elena huffs and sits down, her gaze trailing back toward her father. She looks so incredibly hurt, and I don’t know how to make it better. I brought her a small present, but I’m not sure if even that will cheer her up.
The waiter brings us champagne, but Elena doesn’t even notice him. She’s lost in her thoughts, a pained look in her eyes.
“I know it isn’t the same, but my family is yours now, Buttercup.”
She looks into my eyes and nods. “Hey, why do you even call me Buttercup?” she asks, clearly not wanting to talk about what just happened. Very well.
“You really don’t remember? I’ve called you that since you were about six and you were obsessed with The Powerpuff Girls.”
Her cheeks turn bright red. “You’re kidding me, right? You named me after the most violent one of the three? I don’t have a violent bone in my body. I’m clearly Bubbles.”
I smile at her outrage. “Buttercup is also the bravest and the most headstrong, baby,” I say, pacifying her.
She glares at me, and I can’t help but laugh. I lean in to kiss her shoulder, and she narrows her eyes at me as though she just thought of something, her gaze suspicious.
“Hey, what’s my name in your phone programmed as?”
She grabs my phone, but it’s password protected. She lifts her brow in expectation.
“Don’t tell him, but it’s Lucian’s birthday backwards.”
Her eyes widen when she successfully unlocks my phone.
“No way. Lucian would love this. You know you’re his hero, right?” she tells me.
I shake my head in denial. “Maybe once upon a time I was, but these days we aren’t that close anymore.”
Elena smiles at me and shakes her head. “The way you protected him when all that stuff with Marcus went down? I’m not sure what was going on when I wasn’t part of your lives, but right now you’re his hero.”
I smile at the thought of that. Elena has managed to bring me closer to my own family. It’s something I never asked of her, but she did it nonetheless. That’s just who she is.
Elena uses the search function to find her phone number, and I see her outrage when she finds out she’s programmed in as Buttercup Kennedy. I chuckle as she changes it into Wife.
“That reminds me. I don’t think we’ve taken a single selfie together since getting married.”
She opens my camera app and poses, gesturing to me to join her. I wrap my arm around her and smile at the camera, watching in amusement as she pulls a few funny poses.
“God, you’re so cute,” I murmur, kissing her cheek. She manages to capture the exact moment and saves the photo as my screensaver before handing my phone back to me.
Elena takes a big sip of her champagne and I take the envelope I prepared for her out of my pocket. I slide it toward her with a smile on my face. “It isn’t much, but this is for you.”
