Roman's fingers twitched as he looked at Estelle's outstretched hand, but he didn't take it. Instead, he shifted his gaze to her eyes. "One more thing," he said.
Estelle's shoulders dropped slightly, a quiet breath slipping past her lips as she leaned back in her chair. "What now, Roman?" she asked, her tone thinning with impatience.
His gaze drifted briefly as his thoughts moved faster than he could voice them. "What happens if my father finds out?" he asked finally. "We need to be ready for that, for the worst-case scenario."
Estelle studied him for a second, then gave a small nod. "I agree, completely," she said as she shifted slightly, the soft creak of the chair filling the pause. "But we can't be worried about that right now. I mean, you haven't even agreed to the plan," she added. Then her voice softened, sounding more practical now. "What do you say we cross the first hurdle, and then we adjust and we figure out the rest as we go?"
