The car door shut with a soft, quiet click. Adrien rounded the front and slid into the driver's seat.
I sat there, trying to gather the shredded remnants of my dignity.
My dress clung in folds, my hair felt like it had been through a wind tunnel, and I could still hear faint whispers from the speaker in my pocket like it was cursing me in post-production.
The engine purred to life.
"I hate you," I muttered.
"You say that a lot," Adrien said mildly, glancing over with a little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Still not convinced."
Silence.
"So. Should I be worried?"
"About?"
"You. Aria. Summoning spirits together. Plotting to sabotage innocent dates."
I raised an eyebrow. "Innocent?"
He let out a dramatic sigh. "Okay, mostly innocent."
I grinned. "I promise not to hex your next brunch."
"Good. Because if you show up at my next meeting in a veil, whispering about cursed contracts, I might marry you on the spot."
I choked on my own breath. "Excuse me?"
