Adrian’s POV
I could tell she was surprised at my question. Whether it was because she hadn't expected me to catch on so quickly, or because of the blunt way I had asked her, was anyone’s guess.
I stared at her, waiting for her answer—not that I needed it. Her face reddened as she glanced away in what I assumed was shyness.
“Oh, I…I couldn’t…presume to know what…Aunt Sophie’s intentions are.”
Was she pretending to be clueless, or had she not figured it out? Fuck! Talking to this woman was giving me a headache.
“And you?”
“Me?” Her wide gaze flew back to mine.
“You’ve been acting as if we’re close since we met. If you don’t know what my mother’s intentions are, but what about yours? What are your intentions?”
“I-I don’t. I know you might not remember me, but I remember everything about you.” She glanced away shyly again.
I searched my mind for any memory of her, but I still came up blank, so I didn’t refute her claim.