She Went to Prison They Went to Pieces novel Chapter 6

After two days of rest, Celeste was feeling slightly better. But on the evening of the family dinner, her head was still foggy.

That night, after getting ready, she took a cab to the Wrenford residence.

Perched halfway up the hill, the Wrenford residence stirred up mixed feelings in her—it had been three years since she'd last set foot there, and much had changed in her heart since then.

As she arrived at the gate, a familiar license plate on a Rolls-Royce Cullinan caught her eye. So, Adrian really was back.

"Mom, dinner's about to start. Why are you just getting here? You're always so slow…" Lucian's impatient voice came from the front door.

Celeste shot him a glance, but her attention was quickly drawn to two figures walking just behind him—Damien and Lucy.

He actually brought her to a family dinner?

Without hesitation, Celeste stepped inside. The moment she did, Lucy spotted her. "Ms. Morin, perfect timing! The kitchen's a bit overwhelmed today. Let's go help out. What do you say?"

Though the Wrenford residence employed plenty of staff, most were off for the holiday.

In past family dinners, Celeste had even taken it upon herself to cook, hoping to give Damien and Lucian a better meal. Yet despite her efforts, she was still labeled "lazy". Looking back, it felt almost absurd.

Celeste didn't move. Instead, she stood in place as Lucy walked off.

"Mom, just go and help Lucy out! She's been at it for a while now. You wouldn't want her to overdo it, would you?" Lucian called out, even giving her a slight push.

Meanwhile, Damien and his mother, Margot Sinclair, were deep in conversation. They didn't even look her way.

Celeste didn't bother acknowledging them either. She made her way to the kitchen. As soon as she stepped inside, Lucy handed her a small dish of dipping sauce.

"Ms. Morin, this one's for Lucian. I can't leave the kitchen right now. Could you take it to him?"

Celeste was about to refuse, but a maid placed the sauce dish in her hands before she could say anything.

Holding the small plate, she walked out, just in time to see two familiar figures descending the staircase.

"Celeste, you're back?" Alaric called out.

She turned immediately, and the first thing that caught her eye was Adrian's strikingly handsome, cold face.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit, a black ring on his right index finger made his long fingers appear even more elegant. His presence was enough to stop anyone in their tracks.

Every time Celeste saw him, four words came to mind. "Cold, distant, untouchable, and refined".

Adrian walked beside Alaric as they descended the stairs, offering Celeste only a brief glance before looking away.

Celeste's fingers tightened around the sauce dish. Adrian—the man at the top of everything. She never imagined their paths would cross again under these circumstances.

After a beat, she shifted her gaze away. "It's been a while, Mr. Wrenford Senior…"

It had been three years since Alaric had seen Celeste. He pulled her down onto the couch, making small talk until everyone finally gathered at the dining table.

Alaric sat at the head, with Adrian on his right. Celeste sat beside Damien, with Lucian seated between him and Lucy.

Dinner seemed to be going smoothly—until a sudden retching noise shattered the calm.