The first thing I saw was Serena holding tightly onto a man’s arm.
It was her first love, the one she could never let go of—Cyril Smith.
He was drunk, leaning limply against her as if his body had no bones.
Not only did she not push him away, but she held him even closer, her arms wrapped protectively around him.
Her dark, bright eyes were filled with anger—and something else she hadn’t realized herself: heartbreak.
Albion's POV
Stephanie leaned closer with a sly grin. “Albion, do you think there’s a chance those two will get back together?”
Her voice was just loud enough for Serena to hear.
As expected, Serena’s head shot up. When she noticed me standing not far away, a flicker of guilt flashed in her eyes. She quickly explained, “I’m not thinking about getting back together with him. He’s just drunk, so I’m helping him out.”
I gave her a calm smile and shook my head. “I understand, Serena. Cyril seems pretty out of it—why don’t you take him home?”
Her brows furrowed slightly at how I addressed her, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she nodded and helped Cyril out of the room. Before leaving, she turned back to remind Stephanie, “You two should head home soon. Don’t wander around too much.”