Betty's POV. 

After we left the museum, Mr Mason offered to drive us to the café, and Claire didn’t even bother arguing this time. The ride was light and filled with Claire’s playful complaints about his driving.

When we got there, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, making my stomach growl again. Mason went straight to the counter, and before we knew it, he was ordering enough food for three, which were pancakes, scrambled eggs, croissants, and the ...