Blair stared at all the cars lined up in the circular driveway of Roman’s family estate. Seriously, there had to be at least fifteen vehicles parked there.

“Are we late?” she asked, checking her phone for the time.

Roman chuckled, putting the car in park. “No, my mother most likely told everyone to be here before us.”

“Why would she do that?”

“Because she’s Eleanor Kingston, and she likes to orchestrate everything.” Roman squeezed her hand. “Don’t worry, it’s not ...