Chapter Eight
After two more courses—where Mia had enjoyed delicious food intended for Elias, and he’d admirably munched his way through much healthier options—it was almost time for the charity auction. In the past she’d always enjoyed watching the auctions—though she’d never personally taken part. Her father had, on occasion, and he’d even let her raise her hand on his behalf a couple of times, which had been pretty exciting. The way the bids went up and up, sometimes at a furious pace and by staggering amounts, sent a thrill through Mia.
But now, following Elias’s accurate assessment, she was on a bit of a downer about the whole thing. They were, after all, having a perfectly lovely evening while some poor souls suffered at home, in hospitals or hospices, and so on.
She didn’t realis
