Lena's POV

My eyes stared at the door of the study that my father had just walked into. Part of me wanted to go in to see what they were talking about, or maybe just to be close with Cal again.

"Would you like another, madam?" a waiter asked as he walked by with the glasses of wine.

"Yes, please," I said as I grabbed another one and gave him my empty glass.

"Geez, Lena, slow down," Emily cautioned with a laugh, though ...