"I'm having second thoughts," I said, pacing my small bedroom.
Chloe lounged on my bed, scrolling through her phone with a dismissive eye roll. "You're overthinking this, Sera."
"Am I though?" I stopped in front of my mirror, examining my face critically. "This is Tristan Valois we're talking about. The Tristan Valois."
"Yes, the incredibly hot, successful journalist who asked you out," Chloe said, sitting up with excitement dancing in her eyes. "God, what is it with that family and good genetics? First the uncle, now the nephew. Do they manufacture them in some secret lab?"
I turned away quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice my blush at the mention of Adrian. "I met Tristan at the library," I lied, hating myself for it. "It was just a chance meeting."