Esme twirled the keys in her hand as she turned off the ignition and stepped out of her car, the soft click of metal against metal grounding her buoyant mood.
Ignoring the greetings tossed her way by those in the employment of her family—the staff, the security posted like silent sentinels—she walked at an unhurried pace toward the front door of her father's house.
There was a lightness in her chest, a smug, almost effervescent satisfaction. She was pleased with herself.
Pleased that she had finally won Noah to herself, if not fully, then at least where it mattered tonight—in the careful orchestration of events that would make Gianna belong to him.
Even if it was just for one night…
Her lips curved as she stepped inside. Her parents were seated in the living room, the television murmuring softly in the background, some news anchor droning on.
