Lisa's POV
I wasn't fazed by the new discovery, but Ivar most definitely was, as he hadn't said anything about the encounter, but I could occasionally see his distaste about the weird coincidence each time he got lost in his mind or would curiously look at everyone who took a second look at me.
We had just gotten the dress back home, and I hadn't said anything about the encounter with Tristan at the salon. I hadn't told him anything about Damian either; I wasn't planning to either, but it was high time I let him in on it; he was stuck with me either way, and soon there would be questions flying around the internet when I finally made my presence known to everyone.
He handed me a plate of dessert and then took his seat beside me. "Can I sleep on your thighs, having a little headache?
"Sure."
