A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Alessia didn’t take the menu. Instead, she simply told the waiter, “The usual,

please.”

Catching on, the two men handed their menus back and ordered a few extra dishes. As luck would have it, they ended up naming the exact same items.

Five dishes in a row matched perfectly, which made Bacchus chuckle.

“Just add those five to the order. That’s enough,” Alessia said, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose and bringing the chaotic ordering to a close.

“How’s the merger coming along?”

“Just about done. We’re tying up the last details.”

“And York?”

“He’s eating, drinking, and living it up–more comfortable than anyone else.”

Alessia laughed softly, as if picturing York’s smug face.

“By the way, Alessia, what’s your relationship with the Quincy family?” Bacchus’s question made Alessia pause.

“They’ve been in touch with you?”

to get

did your

interrupted as the food began to

are and just laughed it off–smoothed things over

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let the old

table had started drinking. One glass after another, almost as if they were

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ordered the drinks?” Alessia

in question pointed at each other in perfect unison. “Let them be,” Bacchus grinned, thoroughly entertained. “It’s rare to see

the childish antics,

two were flushed and tipsy. Luckily, both could hold their liquor–if you didn’t know them well, you’d

home? Want me to give you all a ride?” Bacchus asked, steadying Max, who stood quietly and obediently–so

She’d gotten her license as soon as she

right, drive safe. We’ll head out,” Bacchus said, guiding Max toward the

still a bit dazed,

simply placed a large hand on Cole’s face and pushed him out of the way. Cole bared