Elizabeth should be at the art gallery, listening to someone droning on about art and the importance of every piece. But she had taken the invitation here, knowing she had to keep it together. Too many eyes, too many phones, and definitely too many people she couldn't trust. She would find her chance to have some fun. She always found her opportunities.
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Even at Caisson Andrews, being anything but polite would look bad. "Is that wine?" She knew what he was doing and wouldn't take the bait. "I'm not twenty-one yet, so just water for me."
Caisson's smirk stretched into a grin as she played dumb. They both knew that she knew exactly what kind of wine that was, but whatever persona he had met in that wine cellar was staying buried behind the pristine Elizabeth Baizen. In all honesty, he wasn't sure which version of her was real–sometimes even convincing himself that their time during the blackout was a fever dream–but that mystery was what had him hooked. "Of course... Can't wait to see what you get up to in two months."
Reaching past her to the refreshments, he picked up a water for her and a wine for himself. "Hope you're not going to tell on me."

























