"It's fine, really, Casey. Don't worry about it," Leana said softly, her expression relaxed. "I get that you don't want us calling you a Blackwell."
I looked at her, surprised she brought it up.
"Sebastian mentioned it," she added with a small shrug. "Said it's one of the things that really gets under your skin when we refer to you that way."
"Because I'm not," I replied quickly. "My name is Casey Moon. Just because my mom's marrying Leonard doesn't make me a Blackwell. It doesn't mean anything."
She nodded, sitting up straighter as she waved a waitress over and ordered desserts for both of us.
"I think we deserve it," she said with a wink, trying to lighten the mood.
I gave her a small smile, grateful.
"So," she began playfully, "what's it like being Ceaser's stepsister? Tell me about that."
I shook my head and sighed. "He doesn't even live at the house. We barely see each other."
"But you do work at Blackwell," she pointed out, leaning forward.
