As I pulled my car into the garage of my home on Prytania Street, I was still reeling from dinner with Lavinia. I’d never intended to confess my sordid past as an orphan. I’d never meant to tell her about Dennis. And though I hadn’t told her everything, I nearly thought she was using one of her persuasion charms as an Influencer to get the truth out of me. But she hadn’t. I’d never detected one spark of magic in the air between us.
