Chapter 32

Mabel POV

Sometimes, I wonder why I'm always defensive, even towards people who haven't hurt me before.

Then I realized it was because the people I once trusted betrayed me without looking back.

I led Tom Marlow downstairs to Allwell's driveway, but refused to get into his car. Instead, I opted for mine.

“I'll see you at the Elysian Table,” I muttered before slipping into my car.

The restaurant was gradually becoming my favorite.

Through the rear mirror, I watched him climb into his car, and we melted into the streets of Washington.

The afternoon sun shone relentlessly, bathing the city with its warmth.

A valet surged forward and opened my door as we arrived at the restaurant. I climbed do