[Meredith].
Even after lunch, the house remained quiet. Draven and his father still hadn't returned.
I checked the time again before finally pulling out my phone and sending Draven a message.
Me: "How's the meeting going?"
Ten minutes passed before my phone vibrated.
Him: "Council dragged on. After that, we went straight to the palace."
I replied with a simple 'Okay' and left it at that. Whatever they were dealing with, it clearly wasn't ending anytime soon.
Then, my thoughts shifted to Dennis, so I scrolled through my contacts and dialled his number.
"I'm free this evening," I told him the moment he answered. "If the drive offer still stands."
His response was immediate and far too pleased. "Perfect. Meet me out front by four."
By 3:45 p.m., I was already changing.
I slipped into black palazzo pants and a finely printed shirt, the fabric light and comfortable against my skin. After combing my silver hair, I twisted it into a loose, messy bun at the back of my head.
