Chapter 31 Setup

• Cara's pov
• My leg tapped restlessly against the cold, hard floor, as strategies that would make every spy movie jealous swirled around in my head. My thumb mindlessly moved to my lips and I stopped myself just before I attacked the newly painted cuticle.
• I was pacing the Salvatores’ foyer, ignoring the curious look Antonio, the Salvatores’ butler, was giving me. I focused on preparing myself for my mother's cursed luncheon and plotting the most efficient Luca-free routes in the mansion.