Seducing My Ex's Father In Law by Caroline Above Story

"You truly do look like a luna now," Irene said as she stepped back to take a look at her handiwork. "A true future Luna in the making."

“A future Luna who hasn't had a proper cup of coffee in months," I murmured.

She grinned.

"Which is why I made a call to the kitchen to have a fresh pot brewed before we leave."

"You're literally the best. Maybe I should be marrying you," I teased as we headed out of the room.

She let out a soft laugh, and it felt good to hear her laugh.

"Don't get too excited. It's decaf with a little bit of caffeinated because Eliza said a bit of caffeine won't hurt," she chuckled.

"It's better than nothing. I could still marry you."

"Yeah, too bad you're marrying my dad," she teased back. “Honestly, I'd probably have better luck with you than I do with any of the other guys in my life.”

I knew she was joking, but I could hear the lingering sadness in her voice. It made my chest feel tight; she was in a difficult place with the men in her life, and I wanted to make things better for her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, treading the subject lightly.

"Right now? Absolutely not."

and the staff was already putting out mugs, cream, and

one of them said, smiling at Irene

as she grabbed the pot of coffee and poured two cups. She turned to me. “First order of business, learn to

me before the mug was halfway

asked,

her eyes. "There's a proper way to sip a hot beverage so you don't look like a slob in front of

aren't in the 1800s, Irene," I laughed.

She narrowed her eyes.

me, everything you do, they

the ballroom. For right now, I want to

sighed, but

"Suit yourself."

the cup to her lips, sipping it slowly. I tried and failed to mimic her movements, but once

of it like

water.

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kitchen staff along with Irene's deep sigh from behind me, but I really didn't

spread; high ceilings, huge windows, two crystal chandeliers, plush floors,

only been here a couple of times, but Irene said she practically lived here growing up. She took a variety of dance classes and etiquette classes,

but I did see a few other packmates who eyed me carefully as I walked through the packhouse and stepped into the ballroom. Irene shut

simple,” she tells me as she walks to the center of the room. “Posture, greetings, and how to walk and talk