"The Thornton Foundation Charity Gala," Eleanor announced the next morning as I sat in her private study, still processing the media storm Adrian had unleashed. "Tomorrow evening at the Dorchester. Three hundred of London's most influential supernatural families will be attending."
I looked up from the morning newspapers spread across her antique desk, each one featuring some variation of the headline questioning my identity and legitimacy. "A charity gala? With everything that's happening in the media?"
Eleanor's smile was sharp as winter steel. "Especially because of what's happening in the media. Running away from society would confirm every suspicion about your suitability. Instead, we're going to demonstrate exactly why the Silverstone family chose you."
"This is the second test you mentioned," I said, understanding dawning.
