Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 117: Chapter 117

Even though he had no idea what had gone down, I had to admire how quick he was on his feet.
"Helen, go tell the kitchen to start serving dinner. Richie, you two can whisper sweet nothings after eating. Don't you think Moira might be hungry? Come on, Kate, help me up," Delilah said.
"Coming," I replied.
The whole mess had fizzled out before it even really started. Delilah's ability to turn chaos into order left me amazed, honestly impressed.
If Delilah hadn't been there, Helen would've definitely messed everything up today. Even if she hadn't, her hostility toward me would've scared Moira off. And if that didn't, once Moira told her parents about that, Greg Duke would never let her marry into the Knight family.
Delilah had defused this whole chain of consequences all with barely a lift of a finger.
I'd been slapped, but it wasn't over yet. I'd keep this score handy and settle it slowly, no rush.
At the dinner table, Moira sat to Delilah's left and I was told to sit on her right. Then there was a spot saved for Helen. Martin sat below Helen, and Richard was right next to Moira.
Delilah had always been strict about rules, but this arrangement made no sense. Not that it mattered. She made the rules, so she could change them however she wanted.
We'd barely started eating when the doorbell rang.
Everyone at the table went quiet at once. Deep down, they were all nervous.
"I'm coming now." Helen moved faster than the servants, hurrying from the kitchen to the front door.
First, she peeked through the peephole and then opened the door. "You silly girl, why are you so late getting back?"
It was Joey.
"Mom, is Richie's girlfriend here yet?" Joey asked.
"Yes, of course. Everyone's in the dining room eating, just waiting for you," Helen said.
That was a clever thing to say. Mason wasn't home either, but Helen said, "Just waiting for you." Delilah's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but she didn't say a word.
By the time they finished talking, Joey had reached the dining room. When she saw Moira, she broke into a big smile. "Hi, I'm Richie's sister Joey. You must be my future sister-in-law?"
Moira immediately stood up, her face turning red. "Hi, Joey. I'm Richie's girlfriend. Just call me Moira."
"Joey's always running around with no manners. Sit down and eat," Delilah said. "Moira, don't pay her any mind. She's just a wild thing. If she were half as nice as you, I'd laugh in my sleep."
Delilah noticed that while Moira had corrected Joey's reference to her as "future sister-in-law," Moira didn't actually seem to mind the idea. That told Delilah all she needed to know. She softened her tone with Joey too, not even asking where she had been.
Joey and Moira hit it off right away even though it was their first meeting. They chatted and laughed through the meal, getting along perfectly.
After dinner, they sat for a little while longer. When Moira saw how late it was, she stood up to say goodbye and head home.
Richard went to drive her home, and Joey insisted on going along. Everyone warmly saw them out the door, staying until the car was out of sight before turning back.
As soon as we stepped inside, Delilah's face fell. She turned to me and said, "What's the story with that bridesmaid of yours?"
"Elena and I haven't spoken since the wedding. I have no idea how she found her way here, let alone why she came looking for Richie," I replied, looking Delilah in the eye.
With a clear conscience, I wasn't afraid of any questions.
"I say she did it on purpose. She's jealous that Richie's girlfriend is better than her. Delilah, we can't just let this go. If it weren't for your wisdom, we'd have made a complete fool of ourselves today," Helen said.
"Stop yelling. Do you want the servants to hear and laugh? You two, come with me to the study," Delilah said.