Courtney stared at the message on her phone longer than she should have, her thumb hovering over the screen like it might somehow press decline on its own.
Sean Knight had invited her to dinner.
Not just anywhere. At the Knight estate—the family's legendary home that every business magazine and society column in Chicago had described at one point or another. A sprawling mansion on the North Shore, guarded by iron gates and tall, ancient oaks, where wealth wasn't just displayed but practically etched into the walls.
"Don't think too much about it," Sean had said earlier that afternoon, flashing that easy grin of his as they walked out of the boardroom together. "It's just dinner. My mother loves meeting new people, and Sienna's home from college. They'd enjoy meeting you. Consider it a little… welcome to the family circle."
