#Chapter32 Theodore

Violet The door opened. A servant entered, offering me a small note sealed with Owen’s insignia. Theodore's eyes flickered to the door, his posture instantly wary. I straightened, too, expecting more fallout from the dinner. I raised a brow and broke the seal, scanning the words quickly. Theodore leaned closer, eyes narrowing as he tried to read over my shoulder. “It’s from Owen,” I said, folding the note. “He’s inviting me to a private meeting.” Theodore’s face tightened, his jaw clenched. “Are you going to accept?” I met his gaze and smirked. “Maybe he’ll apologize for being so… mean to his future sister-in-law.” He didn’t even smirk at the joke. I stood and slipped back into my shoes. “Though the card is a little dramatic. Did he think I’d keep it from me?” “...maybe.” Theodore’s displeasure was palpable, but he said nothing as I nodded to the maid and stepped toward the door. “Get everything ready to leave as soon as possible,” I told him, glancing back. “I don’t