"We're having dinner at my family home," Julian announced.
"What?" Ethan whispered.
Lyvana's heart skipped a bbeat "That sounds like a great idea, but..." she started to protest, her nausea coming back.
Julian laughed. "Nothing to be scared of. My father just invited us for dinner. It's a formal white-flag ceremony."
"The Chairman? A white flag?" Ethan shook his head. "Sounds too good to be true."
"He doesn't have a choice," Julian said firmly. "I've already introduced her to the world. And since the company anniversary is coming up, he can't risk a scandal. He hates a mess more than he hates my choices."
"I guess," Ethan said. He picked up the car phone to tell the lead security car to change the route.
Julian said something, but Lyvana couldn't hear him. His voice began to fade until it was completely silent.
Suddenly, the car was gone.
She was standing in a brightly lit hotel lobby. She was looking up into Julian's eyes.
