Chapter 39

• CHRISTIAN
• Dinner had been effortless—I had perfectly cooked ribeye and a rich truffle pasta, while Penelope had Mediterranean-style grilled meats. She looked breathtaking, the silk of her dress shifting with every movement, catching the light in a way that made it hard to look anywhere else.
• I found myself watching her more than eating, noticing the way she scrunched her nose when something amused her, the way she gestured with her hands when telling a story, mostly about her and Jess’ crazy experiments. It was infuriating how easy it was to be around her, how natural it felt.