KRISTEN

"No, there won't be any need for that. I'm going to your place anyway."

And just like that, Edith turned down my offer to drop her off, stating that she wanted to follow me home.

Asking her what business she had at my place would have made me sound awkward, so I shrugged and slid behind the wheel, while she settled in the passenger.

There wasn't anything of interest to talk about, so we dwelled in comfortable silence.

The dinner with Henry had been postponed—because that was all we could do at that time when it seemed journalists and paparazzi were in charge of my entire property. If I...