The guests, sensing the shift, began to rise. The earlier lightness had evaporated, replaced by a charged respect, and for some, a grudging acceptance.
The goodbyes were a strained affair, punctuated by forced smiles and tight nods. My father, standing beside Leo, gave me a look of quiet admiration, a silent acknowledgment of my earlier defiance. Leo simply squeezed my arm, a fierce look of pride in his eyes. I know they are dying to talk once we are in the car.
After collecting our coats, we stepped out to the front of the five-star Michelin restaurant, where the driver was already waiting, door open.
Elise had followed Adrien to the car, her presence as graceful as ever, thanked my father as they chatted and laughed and shook hands and she air kissed both Dad's and Leo's cheeks.
She then turned to me
Elise offered a genuine hug, her voice a warm whisper against my ear, "Welcome to the family, dear. You were wonderful."
