Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law novel Chapter 810

“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.”

We reached the kitchen, and the staff was already putting out mugs, cream, and sweetener.

“Good morning, Miss Irene,” one of them said, smiling at Irene with affection.

“Good morning,” Irene said in response as she grabbed the pot of coffee and poured two cups. She turned to me. “First order of business, learn to sip your coffee like a lady properly.”

She caught me before the mug was halfway to my lips.

“Excuse me?” I asked, raising my brows.

“You can’t just chug it like a commoner,” she said, rolling her eyes. “There’s a proper way to sip a hot beverage so you don’t look like a slob in front of packmates.”

“We aren’t in the 1800s, Irene,” I laughed. “Nobody cares about that kind of thing.”

“There’s a way to walk properly?” I asked, suddenly questioning the way I’ve been walking my whole life.

“Oh, honey, there’s a way to do everything properly,” she told me with a sly grin.

After an hour of walking around the ballroom like I was practicing for the runway and greeting invisible people, I wanted to collapse in a chair and never move again. Who knew spending this time walking around a room the proper way would be so exhausting?

I was so caught up in my practice that I hadn’t noticed the door of the ballroom opening or the clicking of heels against the marble floor. It was Irene’s sharp intake of breath that drew my attention toward the door, and then my eyes widened at who just walked into the ballroom.

“Sorry if I’m interrupting. I was hoping to speak to Judy.”

I had no words; I just stared at the woman in front of me, my body shaking and my breathing coming out in short rasps.

“Is now a bad time?” She asked, staring between Irene and me.

Her name came out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

“Selene Blackwell…”