Diplomatic Facade

Vivienne’s POV

I clasped my hands together to keep them from fidgeting as I smiled at my father-in-law. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to seem rude,” I said carefully. “I just didn’t want to disturb you if you were busy.”

Grigori leaned back in his chair, studying me with that measured gaze of his that always felt like he saw more than he let on. “You don’t need to wait for an invitation to see me,” he