Chapter 29 Luca
LUCA
I was able to pull strings behind the scenes and change tables. It was even less conspicuous because I had us seated at President Martin’s table, along with his wife and two daughters and some of his other close friends.
Aliénor was as pale as snow the entire time.
My phone vibrated in my pocket several times, so many times it seemed like it could be urgent, so I pulled it out and discreetly checked it.
Restroom.
It was Carvel.
He texted that to me in ten different text messages, trying to blow up my phone and get my attention.
I held my thumb down on the screen and left a thumbs-up on his message. Then I left the table without a word and crossed the room until I stepped into the large bathroom, the counters and sinks in a whole different section of the space.
Carvel was already there. With his arms crossed over his chest, he sighed when he looked at me. “We need to talk—”
“No.”
His eyebrows furrowed when I cut him off.
“I want to hear it from her.”
His eyes flicked back and forth between mine before he gave a sigh.
I turned around and headed to the door. “Not from you.”