She stepped forward and gently pressed down on my hand, her brows furrowed as she tried to coax me with a soft tone.
“So many guests came today, all here to celebrate your birthday. Carson is just a young man, alone in this city. He’s sensitive. Can you not make this a scene? Just give me some face.”
I sneered and shook her hand off. “Give you face? And where’s mine?”
“Jenna, you do know today’s my birthday. All the influential uncles and elders from the capital are attending.”
“Now, guess what happens if this gets out? That I, Bryce, spent my twenty-fifth birthday at a memorial alongside someone’s death anniversary. Do you think the Reeves family would still have any standing in the capital?”
As soon as the words left my mouth, Jenna’s face darkened, bit by bit.
She knew I wasn’t wrong.
Even if our family wasn’t the most powerful, we still held weight. My father’s network stretched across the entire capital, and most of the guests today were prominent figures who came here just for me.
But Jenna’s next words turned everything on its head.
“Bryce, don’t go too far.”