Linnea's POV
After finishing at the Italian restaurant, we returned home, and I rested for a few hours. Now, I am getting ready for dinner with Mom. I arranged the meeting with her yesterday.
I want to reveal myself to her first; I can't wait to see how pale she'll become once she sees me.
She probably thinks I'll never regain my youthfulness; I want to show her that her plans have been ruined.
After dressing in a semi-formal outfit—a blue blouse and tight high-waist trousers—I put on my heels, grabbed my purse, and walked out of the room.
"Is this meeting necessary?" Logan asked as I stepped out; he was waiting by the door.
"It is."
"You just got back; you need to rest."
"I've had enough rest at the lab, more than enough," I replied.
He sighed. "I can drive you to the restaurant. Which one is it?"
"The new steakhouse."
"That one? It's quite far; let me drive you there."