Chapter 97

• Rosalina's POV
• Minerva’s sweet, sugary voice was verbally inviting me to tag along, but the desperate, pleading look in her wide eyes was practically screaming at me to decline. She was terrified I would actually say yes and ruin her little date with Jordan. For a split second, I genuinely considered scaring the daylights out of her by agreeing to go along, just to watch her pale face melt down. But I quickly realized it wasn't even worth my time or energy. Right now, all I truly wanted was to put as much physical distance as humanly possible between myself and this deeply annoying pair.
• ​"No thanks, Minerva," I said smoothly, picking up my leather briefcase. "I wouldn't want to get in the way of your lovely lunch with Mr. Jordan. I've got important things to handle, so I'll be taking my leave now."