“Brianna,” I mutter.
My daughter just grins.
50
MYA
The maître d’ pulls out the empty chair at the table.
“For you, madame.”
I hesitate for half a beat, eyes traveling from Worth to Bri, but I sit. My brain is still trying to catch up.
No one says anything.
“So!” Brianna chirps. “We’re all here!”
Worth drags a hand down his face. “Brianna.”
“What?” she says, all fake-innocent.
He looks at me as I try to get my eyes to stop bugging out of my skull.
“Mya… what are you doing here?”
It comes out surprised, not accusing.
I blink. “You invited me.”
“I—” Worth stops. “No, I didn’t.”
My brows knit. “You sent me a gift with a note.” I narrow my eyes now. “You said, ‘Dinner tomorrow, 19 h, Loulou, Jardin des Tuileries. Table is under Miller.’”
Worth stares at me.
Okay… Clearly he did not send me a gift.
We both look at Bri and she’s already cracking. Her mouth starts to twitch, and then she just bursts out laughing.
“Oh my God,” Worth says slowly. “What did you do?”
“Okay, okay,” Brianna says, waving her hands because she can’t breathe. “Don’t be mad.”
I’m smiling now too. “So, the gift wasn’t actually from you,” I say to her father, eyes dancing. “It was fromyou?” I point at Bri.
She nods, grinning. “Uncle Adrian helped me.”
“Of course,” Worth mutters. “I’m going to punch him for this. Is that who you kept texting earlier?
“Yup!”
“Who’s Adrian?” I ask, confused, but my question gets ignored.
“I told him I wanted to do something special because it was, you know…” Bri darts her eyes between us meaningfully. “And he said he knew people, so he helped me plan everything.”
“Wait,” Worth cuts in. “What gift?”
I’m still trying to process, but I manage to say, “The wolf and moon drawing. With the quote.”