Amelie’s POV

Of course, Vivian needs to make herself the center of attention by any means.

“No worries,” Carrington stated. “I’ll get someone to clean that up. We'd better have dinner before Zander passes out.”

I giggled.

Soup, salad, and main entrée were served. I noticed the chicken selection was my mother’s Cordon Bleu recipe and smiled. I mouthed thank you to Carrington, and he smiled.

“Carrington, you must get your chef to give me the Cordon Bleu recipe,” Vivian spoke. ...