Chapter 155

Victoria's POV I had been busy for a few days when I received Patrick's invitation. "Victoria, my place is pretty much set up now," he said, his voice warm through the phone. "I'd like to invite you and your grandfather over for dinner this weekend. Consider it my thanks for all your hospitality these past weeks. Can you make it?" Patrick was finally moving out of Grandfather William's guest house, and I couldn't help feeling relieved. My wolf, Nora, stirred contentedly within me. "Of course," I replied, twirling a strand of golden hair between my fingers. "Just text me the address, and I'll be there." It was just dinner, after all. Nothing complicated. Grandfather would likely attend too, which made everything perfectly appropriate. "Actually, I'll keep it a surprise," Patrick said with a playful tone. "I'll come pick you up instead." "Works for me." I didn't think much of it at the time, my mind already drifting to the design sketches waiting on my desk. The weekend arrived quickly.