96. Dancing Under The Stars

Alina’s Pov

I sat on the plush sofa, staring out the panoramic windows of the penthouse, the city below a blur of movement and lights. Asher was playing with his blocks on the floor, his tiny hands creating towers and bridges, his innocent laughter filling the room. Since I couldn’t go to work anymore, I found myself with more time than I knew what to do with, boredom creeping in like an unwelcome guest.

Anders walked into the living room, a discreet shopping bag in hand. "Miss. Alina," he said with his usual calm demeanor, "Mr. Maxwell sent this for you. He expects you to be ready in an hour. You have to go somewhere."

I blinked in surprise, taking the bag from him. "But what about Asher?"

"Mr. Maxwell has already made arrangements. Martha and I will take care of Asher," he replied smoothly, leaving no room for argument.

Curiosity piqued, I headed to the bedroom, opening the bag to find a stunning red spaghetti strap dress inside. It was accompanied by a set of diamond jewelry—a neck