Anna's POV
"I'll think about it," I promised, the words feeling heavy on my tongue.
"Just... give me some time."
That evening, I met Catherine Murphy and Jasmine Butler for dinner at a restaurant, needing the distraction of good food and better company. After discussing potential investments and market trends, Jasmine glanced at her watch and began gathering her things.
"Can't help it—I have a child at home.
That little emperor won't sleep unless I'm there," she apologized, rolling her eyes with the fond exasperation only a mother could manage. "I can't stay and chat today, but once my parents return from their trip, I'll find another opportunity to hang out properly."
Catherine waved dismissively, reaching for her wine glass. "Hurry home! No need for formalities with us—your child comes first."
As Jasmine departed, Catherine turned her perceptive gaze on me. "What are you thinking about? You've been distracted all evening."
