Then, with another sigh, she added, “If it weren’t for you, my brother wouldn’t have to marry that pig, Astrid!”
For me?
Her words took me by surprise, but I didn’t have time to ask more as a commotion broke out near the entrance to the banquet hall.
Seeing that, Astrid and Damian quickly made their way to the doors, signaling for everyone to stand.
As such, I turned to see what the fuss was about and spotted a group of seven or eight people walking in.
They were all young—men and women—but carried themselves with an air of quiet authority.
The one at the front stood out the most. Barely in his twenties, yet his presence commanded the room.
“Vernon, you’re finally here!” Astrid beamed, rushing forward to greet him. She extended a hand, clearly eager to make an impression. “Your arrival makes this engagement party truly complete.”
But Vernon Kirk didn’t take her hand. In fact, he didn’t even spare her a glance.
His sharp eyes locked on Damian instead. After a long, scrutinizing look, he finally spoke. “You’re Damian Harris?”
Damian hesitated for a moment before nodding.